Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Cow Chorus: November 24, 2015

Cows at Charleston
Then suddenly, as the illusion petered out, the cows took up the burden.  One had lost her calf.  In the very nick of time she lifted her great moon-eyed head and bellowed.  All the great moon- eyed heads laid themselves back.  From cow after cow came the same yearning bellow.  The whole world was filled with dumb yearning. It was the primeval voice sounding loud in the ear of the present moment.  Then the whole herd caught the infection.  Lashing their tails, blobbed like pokers, they tossed their heads high, plunged and bellowed, as if Eros had planted his dart in their flanks and goaded them to fury.  The cows annihilated the gap; bridged the distance; filled the emptiness and continued the emotion.

Between the Acts (96)

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