Monday, September 24, 2007

Acorn Bear

Watching back to back to back Man vs Wild...shooting Parana in the Amazon with bow and arrow...

Ted Copple in ad for show about crowded prisons..dont know how anyone survives that.

The bears are tagged, collard, and so forth, according to their behavior...different colored tags indication the number of "strikes".

It's pretty awful...they've done nothing wrong. But managing them and the tourists, the dynamics of it, have shaped the program of bear control as surely as the Tiki Temple Trash Cans.

Blake does another poem about something caged, but looking I found this one..


The School Boy

I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
O what sweet company!
But to go to school in a summer morn, -
O it drives all joy away!
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day
In sighing and dismay.
Ah then at times I drooping sit,
And spend many an anxious hour;
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learning's bower,
Worn through with the dreary shower.
How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his youthful spring!
O father and mother if buds are nipped,
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, -
How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the mellowing year,
When the blasts of winter appear?

William Blake


Tree in the Door
September 24, 2007

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