|Lion at Seapoint Beach: 10/14/14|
CC Jean Stimmell
Sunday, November 2, 2014
The greatest puppeteers since god was worshipped
A great lion came from the distances.
It was huge as silence is,
He was thirsty, after the blood
And behind its posturing
It had fire…
[But] it found only solitude,
it roared, out of uncertainty and hunger -
the only thing to eat was air,
the wild foam of the coast…*
When I spotted this apparition at Seapoint Beach , the above lines from The Lion by the great poet, Pablo Nerudo, resurrected themselves in my being like a long forgotten truth from a recovered dream.
This magnificient animal, washed up like useless flotsam on this deserted beach, is a survivor of our evolutionary past, the primal beast who lives in us all. Tragically, no longer able to hunt down a nourishing, flesh and blood meal, Lion is starving, wasting away in our abstracted modern world of empty words and images, a world of illusion directed by the greatest puppeteers to come along since god was worshipped: technology and the invisible hand of the marketplace.
* Excerpt from The Lion by Pablo Neruda: Selected Poems, p. 412