summer haiku d'été – a bear cub = un ourson in the wildfire a bear cub clings to a branch – flames lick at his paws quel feu de fôret ! un ourson s'accroche à une branche – les flammes lèchent ses pattes Richard Vallance screen capture from Utube video – capture d'écran d'UTube
haiku d’été – black assed bears nuzzling = ours noirs qui sentent black assed bears nuzzling a patch of wild blueberries – family picnic deux ours noirs qui sentent les bleuets sauvages – pique-nique de famille Richard Vallance
I Argentée I Argentée have lived a hardy life: a Maine Coon mix, I’ve forded babbling rills, the freest spirit, who’s never suffered strife! Why, I have scaled formidable forest hills, where I’ve run into coons and surly bears who’ve never phased me in the very least; I’ve roamed the fields and sounded foxes’ lairs, so why be so surprised when I am deceased. Because I pride the space I always crave, although I was on leash, the leash was loose, to leave me running free, for being brave, since as you know I’ve always been so spruce! For all the bugs I’ve chased and mice I’ve caught I bid you, fairest friends, to mourn me not. Richard Vallance March 29 2019 in memoriam, fairest Argentée, libre esprit (free spirit) April 15 2003 – March 14 2019
Canadian Spirit Voices On Spirit Lake the voices flew across the coves where forests grew, tossing the fragrance of the sun over the pines where spirits run. Where spirits ran, they run today, ancestors' voices up the spruce, where paddlers camp but never stay where eagles eye the rummaging moose, where wolves and bears are born again only to see their spring cubs slain, where we encamped and they stormed in and killed the last of our last kin. Can you imagine what a surprise when they see clarity in our dark eyes? Richard Vallance
I don’t think I have ever seen anything as pitiable as this sketch by a girl of a tiger crying in a zoo:
She says she hated going to the zoo after she saw the poor tiger pacing back and forth in its cage. And I am sure she saw tears in its eyes. It is just disgusting and utterly shocking how we as so-called adults are doing everything in our power (and we have far too much of that) to destroy every other living soul on our planet. The feed accompanying this astonishing sketch warns us that “Sometimes children are wiser than adults.” Not only wiser, but clearly far more in tune with our planet.
The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
(William Wordsworth, “My Heart Leaps Up”)
As for myself I cannot stand zoos, and I believe they should all be banned forever. Here are a few sickening examples why:
Just who do we think we are? The most intelligent species on planet earth? What a laugh!
Wild life parks with plenty of space for animals to roam in are another story altogether. At least the animals have plenty of room to roam around in. Thank God for small blessings.
Le Parc Oméga, Montebello, Québec, Canada (CLICK photo for lots of lovely pics!):
San Diego Zoo Safari Park
From time to time, I shall be posting more environmentally sensitive topics here on LBK&M, in spite of the fact that they have nothing to do with Linear A, B or C.
The Newly Unearthed Minoan Winnie the Pooh Tablet (from Knossos? I wish it weren’t) Click to BLOW UP TO ELEPHANT SIZE if you dare!: I really don’t want to say anything more about this astonishing tablet, except to say that I can’t believe Rita and I found it last Hallowe’en while all the other archaeologists in Herakleion were either out trick or treating with their better halves, or sitting morosely in Greek bars sipping, of all the disgusting things, Retsina! Rita pleaded and begged and pleaded again for me to re-bury it, but I would have nothing of it, informing her in no uncertain terms that this was the Linear B find of the century, if not the entire millennium, given that it is so incredibly unlike any other Linear B tablet she and I have ever, ever, ever seen... let alone anyone else. How it came to be is anyone’s guess, though I do believe that the scribe’s signature, WIPO, is a dead giveaway. Plus, although he had no brains, Minoan Winnie the Pooh was a clever little bugger, riding into the city market, no less, on an ELEPHANT, no less, just to make sure everyone (especially the already burnt-out scribes!) got the hell out of their way... or else... or else what I cringe to imagine. And although our “scribe’s” scratches and scrawls are almost illegible, even for Linear B, which is almost illegible most of the time anyway, only this time round far worse, the text is utterly charming in the extreme, once you can figure out how to decipher it. I wonder how many elephants he has. I wonder whether or not he shares (at least one pot of) honey with his elephants. I suspect he has to, unless he also wants to get squashed underfoot. I wonder why the scribes just don’t give up, toss in the towel (though there probably no towels as such in ancient Knossos), and run off in all directions screaming like maniacs (which is what they would have been by this time!). I wonder why Rita and I ever decided to keep this silly tablet, except that maybe, just maybe, we want to set the entire Linear B research community, and especially Linear B translators, on their heads, aghast at this new, entirely unexpected and entirely earth-shattering tablet... earth-shattering, not because there was another one of those nasty earthquakes at Knossos when it was composed, but because elephants really do shatter the earth when they come stomping by or, worse yet, stomping into the scribes’ HQ. This is of course the primary reason why so many Linear B tablets were never unearthed by Sir Arthur Evans in the first place, since the poor bloke was entirely oblivious of the Elephantine Factor (see shattering above). It is almost certainly a historical given that Minoan Winnie the Pooh ordered his pet elephants to destroy as many tablets as they could on any subject but honey pots and honey amphorae, except that the stupid elephants got it all the wrong way around, and destroyed thousands upon thousands of honey-pot and honey amphorae tablets, upon which the entire Minoan economy depended for its survival. When I rummaged through 3,000 + tablets from Knossos, I could find only 7 or 8 honey-pot tablets (and fragments, of course, given those elephant feet!), a horrific loss to posterity, especially to all those honey-sweet Pooh Bears who have lived on this lovely earth of ours since then, Winnie Ille Pooh, the Roman Pooh, Winnie Lou Pou, the Provençal Pou, and so on and so forth, all the way up to Winnie the Pooh today. What a terrible loss indeed! Small wonder that the Minoan economy collapsed in a heap of rubble! Those meany ole’ scribes just didn’t get it! Their entire economy was stuck on honey. No honey, no economy. Poof, no Knossos! Richard