Admit Something

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[The Argonaut]

meh, you get it. just imagine what I'd say in response and it's probably about what I would've said

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[bodysnatcher]

i love that morons are getting gored by buffalo in yellowstone park...

The story of the elephant that trampled that woman, and then returned to her funeral and trampled her again made me laugh for like an hour straight

Please share

This whole thing is wild

https://sea.mashable.com/life/20614/ele ... eral?amp=1

[Jorge]

That's messed up. And the fact that the article says "she must have done something to offend the elephant"

[JuanHamm]

Elephants never forget and apparently they don't forgive either.

[The Argonaut]

I promise I don’t get it. I’ve been to YNP probably 30-40 times now and apart from some branded merchandise at the sleepy gift shops, I don’t see any connection.

OK, so I'm wrong

[Mickey]

I promise I don’t get it. I’ve been to YNP probably 30-40 times now and apart from some branded merchandise at the sleepy gift shops, I don’t see any connection.

OK, so I'm wrong

Never been to Yellowstone but I know exactly what Argo's talking about in the context of the southwest.

[The Argonaut]

I promise I don’t get it. I’ve been to YNP probably 30-40 times now and apart from some branded merchandise at the sleepy gift shops, I don’t see any connection.

OK, so I'm wrong

Never been to Yellowstone but I know exactly what Argo's talking about in the context of the southwest.

No, Mickey, I am wrong!

[Mickey]

I promise I don’t get it. I’ve been to YNP probably 30-40 times now and apart from some branded merchandise at the sleepy gift shops, I don’t see any connection.

OK, so I'm wrong

Never been to Yellowstone but I know exactly what Argo's talking about in the context of the southwest.

No, Mickey, I am wrong!

Listen here you son of a bitch--you are not.

[The Argonaut]

I've never even been to Yellowstone National Park. The closest I've been is the Bridger-Teton National Forest. I spent two nights camping and hiking there and it's one of the more beautiful places in the country. I saw maybe fifty people the whole time and a solid quarter of them asked me if I had enough water. They are very kind and caring at Bridger-Teton National Forest. The Grand Teton National Park is across the street but I didn't go there.

[bodysnatcher]

That's messed up. And the fact that the article says "she must have done something to offend the elephant"

Well she probably did!

[bodysnatcher]

really fucking tired of “running up that hill” being played everywhere, and looking forward to when popular interest and attention subsides.

[JuanHamm]

really fucking tired of “running up that hill” being played everywhere, and looking forward to when popular interest and attention subsides.

Great song, but it's beyond overplayed at this point

[bodysnatcher]

really fucking tired of “running up that hill” being played everywhere, and looking forward to when popular interest and attention subsides.

Great song, but it's beyond overplayed at this point

Tbh the song has always annoyed me, but now that’s it’s past the point of oversaturation, it’s grating

[epilogue]

really fucking tired of “running up that hill” being played everywhere, and looking forward to when popular interest and attention subsides.

Great song, but it's beyond overplayed at this point

Tbh the song has always annoyed me, but now that’s it’s past the point of oversaturation, it’s grating

Where are you guys hearing this song? Where do you even hear music "in the wild" anymore?

[Jorge]

I love Kate Bush but that's not one of my favorites of hers. I'm glad Gen Z is discovering her though. I haven't really been exposed to the overplaying though

[bodysnatcher]

really fucking tired of “running up that hill” being played everywhere, and looking forward to when popular interest and attention subsides.

Great song, but it's beyond overplayed at this point

Tbh the song has always annoyed me, but now that’s it’s past the point of oversaturation, it’s grating

Where are you guys hearing this song? Where do you even hear music "in the wild" anymore?

I still listen to several nonprofit and college radio stations, almost daily.

When you add pre-roll advertising and trendy music used on IG/TikTok videos, you can quite easily start hearing current pop culture hits over and over and over again.

[Bammer]

really fucking tired of “running up that hill” being played everywhere, and looking forward to when popular interest and attention subsides.

Great song, but it's beyond overplayed at this point

Tbh the song has always annoyed me, but now that’s it’s past the point of oversaturation, it’s grating

Where are you guys hearing this song? Where do you even hear music "in the wild" anymore?

107.7 The End

The cover of that song is way better than the original (Meg Myers? Can’t remember name)

[Jorge]

Bammer you have the worst taste