Red Mosquito

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

JuanHamm wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

doug rr wrote: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

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tragabigzanda wrote: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.

The Argonaut wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote: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 wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote: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 wrote:

Mickey wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote: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!

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

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

JuanHamm wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote: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 wrote:

JuanHamm wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote: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 wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

JuanHamm wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote: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?

epilogue wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

JuanHamm wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote: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?