The Joy of Eating Raw Flesh
The marmot (Medieval Latin mormotana) is a shifty little rodent
known to tell parables from a great mountain. The animals who come to
witness this phenomenon watch an explosion of lights in the morning sky,
which the marmot has designed simply for the purpose of the festival;
the fireworks display is the marmot's idea as a sort of strange introduction
to his parables. It's very surreal. The ermine (Mustela erminea),
however, has slithered into the festival with the intention of causing
turmoil, wickedness, and temptation: he licks his paw and remains quiet,
hiding in the crowd in order to disguise a lustful, eristic nature. The
ermine, who traveled from the northern regions, resembles a weasel, but
it isn't winter and his fur is no longer the white fur his ancestors
were skinned of and used for ornaments of judges and peers. The warmer
climate has now changed his fur to a brown, a vague brown, the perfect
color scheme to blend into a crowd of wondrous shrieks.
The ermine's first plan is temptation.
His charm is neither concealed nor pregnant. His victim, a human female,
is lured, very delicately, away from the crowd and into the nearby wilderness.
The young female is supposedly drunk on grain alcohol and rain water (see
Kubrick's Dr. Strangelove), but hallucinatory substances have been
ingested, which might very well reflect the young female's mental
condition—medics later retrieved mental health documents indicating
severely high Beck Depression Inventory (BDI) scores, as thus:
0-13 = none or minimal
symptoms of depression
14-26=mild symptoms of depression
27-40=moderate symptoms of depression
41-60=severe symptoms of depression
patient's BDI score is 60, indicating severe symptoms of depression.")
Other documents include a release of confidential information; a drawing
of a clown spitting fire; and a photocopied paper with various geometrical
shapes, signed by a Lydia Chione, PhD. The young female might have been
diagnosed bi-polar or schizophrenic due to a prescription Zyprexa bottle
in her purse.
It's not difficult to imagine her slaughter
in the wilderness. The ermine takes on a sinister, almost human voice.
He stands on his hind legs and snickers, whispers something in the young
female's ear. The young female—naïve, disoriented—merely
offers a hand as a gesture of honest friendship and peace.
The whole thing is completely tragic and
bloody and vulgar. You don't see this type of thing on nature programs
or public broadcasting television. And you certainly don't hear about
it in fairy tales. It's simple, really. The attack thrust upon her is
abrupt; the ermine's tail is erect as he arches his back and lunges for
the throat, muting any screams while several birds fly away, making noises.
Raw flesh can be devoured and spewed in the wind. It can be fragmented
into bright colors which possibly enhances the ritualistic thrill this
type of creature would refer to, in his circle of sadistic, hedonistic
vulgarians, as art.
Yet what remains of the young female is
utterly indescribable. A medic later referred to her as "disturbing
and horrific, deformed...whatever monster attacked her must've crawled
out of hell."
The luring, the temptation, the brutal
murder—all this happens while nearby the marmot swoons the crowd
with a parable of a bird and a fish, two very different creatures, who
fall in love.
(figure 1: Young female in new body)
1. Birth implies an
unawareness of any former life.
2. Clothing, mascara, blush, and animal
milk for the skin is already applied and therefore acknowledged, recognized,
3. The unconscious divides reason and elucidation
from imagination and memory.
4. Personality and sense of humor remains,
but habitual and/or obsessive disorders are removed.
Animal prayer doesn't pause or move
time. In "figure 1" below, the young female listens to the marmot's
parable at precisely 3 hrs 47 minutes following her slaughter. Hence the
afternoon sun's heat and much needed cool drink, hat, and removal of sandals.
The young female has removed her sunglasses as well for better view of
the marmot, which suggests interest.*
figure 1: young female resurrected
*And the ability to heal—a miracle she will later
This is from a longer piece I'm working
on—a sort of series of prose poems and parables of animals and animal
prayer. Possibly this is a grim children's book of foolish verses complete
with maps and photos and a few footnotes. The animal physicist Polybius
Woof (not to be confused with the ancient Greek historian Polybius) has
some wickedly fierce words about the snout, allergy discovery, REM dreaming
in animal fetuses, and the threat of evil. Reading recommendations and/or
possible similarities in terms of style: the very cool Diane Williams
and Ben Marcus.