They once called me the king of the world
The whole animal kingdom was mine to rule
I was respected and all who were wise feared me
Once I was a king living the wild life
Now all that remains are distant memories
The waters of my dreams all but dried up
Today I’m still a king
But what respect does a king get
If he’s locked behind bars?
The look.. just incredible how these animals look. I find them beautiful and they’re very useful as nature’s garbagemen and women
Yesterday went to Artis zoo with a few friends from back in University days.. was great fun and took a lot of pictures. So i’ll select a few of them and post them here at the blog. First stop, a Grey Heron. Tried to give it a bit of a Japanese style
This beautiful Iguano was sunbathing in a greenhouse in Artis Zoo. It reminds me of the movie “Waking Life”, in special a scene with Timoty Levitch:
“On this bridge,” Lorca warns, “life is not a dream. Beware. And beware. And beware.” And so many think because Then happened, Now isn’t. But didn’t I mention the ongoing “wow” is happening right now? We are all co-authors of this dancing exuberance where even our inabilities are having a roast. We are the authors of ourselves, co-authoring a gigantic Dostoevsky novel, starring clowns.
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Lorca, in that same poem said that the iguana will bite those who do not dream. And as one realizes that one is a dream figure in another person’s dream, that is self awareness.
