"Beluga whales hire no lobbyists, and they write no checks."

                - jclifford at www.irregulartimes. com, referencing Palin's request not to list belugas as an endangered species allegedly due to promises of development from Chevron.

(Submitted by Blubassa)

"some people never go crazy.

me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch

for 3 or 4 days.

they'll find me there.

it's Cherub, they'll say, and

they pour wine down my throat

rub my chest

sprinkle me with oils.


then, I'll rise with a roar,

rant, rage -

curse them and the universe

as I send them scattering over the

lawn.

I'll feel much better,

sit down to toast and eggs,

hum a little tune,

suddenly become as lovable as a

pink

overfed whale.


some people never go crazy.

what truly horrible lives

they must lead."


             -Charles Bukowski

(Submitted by The Waiting Room)

"We have sat on the river bank and caught catfish with pin hooks. The time has come to harpoon a whale."   -John Hope 

(Submitted by Tommy Santee Klaws)

And now for a short literary interlude...How it would be to SEE this...the blubber and skin being rolled off a whale like yarn from a ball!

      “It was a Saturday night, and such a Sabbath as followed! The ex-officio professors of Sabbath breaking are all whalemen. The ivory Pequod was turned into what seemed a shamble; every sailor a butcher. You would have thought we were offering up ten thousand red oxen to the sea gods.

        “In the first place, the enormous cutting tackles, among other ponderous things comprising a cluster of blocks generally painted green, and which no single man can possibly lift - this vast bunch of grapes was swayed up to the maintop and firmly lashed to the lower mast-head, the strongest point anywhere above a ship’s deck. The end of the hawser-like rope winding through these intricacies, was then conducted to the windlass, and the huge lower block of the tackles was swung over the whale; to this block the great blubber hook, weighing some one hundred pounds, was attached. And now suspended in stages over the side, Starbuck and Stubb, the mates, armed with their long spades, began cutting a hole in the body for the insertion of the hook just above the nearest of the two side-fins. This done, a broad, semicircular line is cut round the hole, the hook is inserted, and the main body of the crew striking up a wild chorus, now commence heaving in one dense crowd at the windlass. When instantly, the entire ship careens over on her side; every bolt in her starts like the nail-heads of an old house in frosty weather; she trembles, quivers, and nods her frighted mast-heads to the sky. More and more she leans over to the whale, while every gasping heave of the windlass is answered by a helping heave from the billows; till at last, a swift, startling snap is heard; with a great swash the ship rolls upwards and backwards from the whale, and the triumphant tackle rises into sight dragging after it the disengaged semicircular end of the first strip of blubber. Now as the blubber envelopes the whale precisely as the rind does an orange, so is it stripped off from the body precisely as an orange is sometimes stripped by spiralizing it. For the strain constantly kept up by the windlass continually keeps the whale rolling over and over in the water, and as the blubber in one strip uniformly peels off along the line called the “scarf,” simultaneously cut by the spades of Starbuck and Stubb, the mates; and just as fast as it is thus peeled off, and indeed by that very act itself, it is all the time being hoisted higher and higher aloft till its upper end grazes the main-top; the men at the windlass then cease heaving, and for a moment or two the prodigious blood-dripping mass sways to and fro as if let down from the sky, and every one present must take good heed to dodge it when it swings, else it may box his ears and pitch him headlong overboard.”                        

                                                                                               -Herman Melville, Moby Dick, pp. 284-85 (submitted by Marshweed)

"You look different every time you come

from the foam-crested brine

It's your skin shining softly in the moonlight

Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly baby sperm whale

Am I yours? Are you mine to play with?

Joking apart when you're drunk

You're terrific when you're drunk

I like you mostly late at night - you're quite all right


But I can't understand the different you

In the morning when it's time to play

at being human for a while

Please smile!


You'll be different in the spring, I know

You're a seasonal beast

Like the starfish that drifted with the tide, with the tide

So until your blood runs to meet the next full moon

Your madness fits in nicely with my own, with my own

Your lunacy fits neatly with my own - my very own


We're not alone..."  

                -Robert Wyatt 

Submitted by Lepers Produtcions Presents

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