Enga mellom fjella

Going banana flowers

Going banana flowers

O charcoal covered paper!

Your sepia tones can't hide your colors:
a flush of purple,
a green that ripens red
or yellow.

I know your taste:
the gluttonous haste of childhood,
a youthful peanut buttered sandwich,
that teenage sundae cherry smothered,
the backpacker's chip,
a black-dressed lady that gently dips
your lusciousness
in chocolate.

And now your fragrance graces the drink I sip.
Slowly, slowly,
as if a banana were parting lips.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.260] 2008-09-08


Based on Georgia O'Keefe's charcoal drawings from 1933, including, "Banana Flower no. 1":

http://www.arkarts.com/collection/drawing_collection/coll_display_okeeffe.asp

NEWS:

Jenny died today. She was 55 and lived in Dallas.

Who will write her obit?

After-all, she had a tumor and wasn't eating ... they didn't ask her though before she was euthanized. They never ask the lesser species.

Once (and still) some of us were considered less-than-those-who-rule. Ask any 3/5th human, any conquered nation.

Jenny was only a gorilla (treated better than many have treated the Jews historically).

Still it is time to take a moment and pause to ask some questions:

1. Where is the dividing line between what we consider human and other?
2. Why do we "euthanize" some and "kill" others?
3. Would you "euthanize" a loved one?
4. Is a cage truly living?
5. If your mother's name were Jenny, would you feel the same?

ME:

So-so. In spite of doing things, I feel like I'm only treading water. And I'm a year older than Jenny was ... and feeling it.

Montana: 54º at 22:00.

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