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White-Skunk and Bald Eagle V…


… So, Skunk squirted musk into the water.

The place where the water was immediately went dry and Eagle and his wives disappeared.

Soon the water surged back in again and when Skunk looked he could still see Eagle and his wives laughing at him.

Skunk squirted musk at them again, the watery place again became dry and Eagle and his wives disappeared but when the water flowed back in Skunk again saw them all in the self same place.

Skunk went on spraying them with musk with the same result until he became exhausted.

In his fatigue Skunk started to ease the tension of his muscles by stretching and in so doing he threw back his head.

There, high up on the overhanging cliff, were Eagle and his wives laughing at him all the more.

Skunk finally realised that they were not in the water at all.

“Ho, Brother,” he called, “throw down one of your wives and we’ll call it quits.”

“If you can climb up to this ledge, you can take your pick,” laughed Eagle.

“How will I climb all the way up there, Brother?” said Skunk.

“Buttocks first,” hollered Eagle, who was enjoying himself now.

So Skunk started the long ascent, buttocks first, and Eagle kindled a fire and put a round stone in it to heat.

“Just let me get near,” said Skunk to himself, “and I will squirt them with musk and kill them all.” …

to be continued


White-Skunk and Bald-Eagle IV…


…Eagle arrived back at the lodge before Skunk.

He seized the Plover sisters and trampled on their bellies until little skunks lay scattered all about on the ground.

Then Eagle gathered up his belongings and left the lodge, taking the Plover sisters with him.

He hauled his things up to a cliff that was so precipitous no one would ever reach him.

Everybody recognised and respected Skunk’s power.

Eagle knew that Skunk would search for him in order to discharge his musk.


Skunk, eventually, reached home.

He saw his baby skunks lying about.

He noticed that all Eagle’s possessions and his wives were missing.

He sat down on the ground and wept.

“If I ever see Eagle again, I will squirt musk on him,” vowed Skunk.

For a long time Skunk was remorseful.

He would go about, day after day, always looking for Eagle.

But he never found any tracks because Eagle had flown to his new home.

Nevertheless, Skunk remained constantly vigilant and was always on the lookout for Eagle and the Plover sisters.

One day, during his wanderings, Skunk saw a river nearby and he went down to the waterside to have a drink.

He leaned forward to take a drink of water and saw something.

Eagle and the five Plover sisters were there in the water.

They were all laughing at him.

“So this is where Eagle brought them,” thought Skunk, “now I shall have my revenge.” …

to be continued

Threat of the New…


The man who has plotted the course of science

will have discovered in its development

the key which unlocks the doors to knowledge and understanding.

Both portals have fictitious hinges and hypothetical handles.

By stepping beyond their frame our senses become subtle.

The eye reacts to ‘the new’ by immediately reproducing ‘the familiar’ as if in counter-point…

In this way can that which is ‘alien’ move secretly amongst us.

…The novel sound initially causes so much pain to the ear

that we even seek to model a foreign tongue

on our own meanings…

“Wie spate ist es?”


“What is the time?”

As if time were a mere matter of counting.

Yet, how many hours have come and gone

since the ‘beginning’ of time?

Precisely none!

…To be involved in exceptional experiences, therefore,

is to become, in part, their inventor.

In this our art knows no bounds.

White-Skunk and Bald-Eagle III…


… When Eagle returned from the hunt he said to Skunk, “tomorrow you will come with me when I go hunting.”

“But, Brother, I am no hunter,” protested Skunk.

“Nevertheless, you will pick up a deer I brought down today, while I go on,” said Eagle.

Skunk worried all night about what Eagle had in store for him on the morrow and when that morrow came, Eagle was up early, hurrying Skunk to make ready for the hunt.

“Did you think that I would bring food to you indefinitely without asking for some kind of return?”

So Eagle and Skunk set out together.

Skunk complained bitterly the whole time and fretted about the length of their sojourn even though they had not gone far at all.

At last they arrived at Eagle’s kill and Skunk immediately set about packing up the meat in order to take it home.

Eagle went on, taking a circuitous route home while Skunk finished up his packing.

Although Eagle was moving quickly, every so often, he stopped to slash the ground with his wings and so form deep valleys, with high cliffs alongside.

Thus, he went along cutting deep gorges on all sides.

When Skunk finished packing up the kill and started out for home he came upon the valleys and yawning chasms that Eagle had made with his wings.

“So, Eagle has somehow found out about my wives,” he thought, “I wonder what will happen when I eventually reach our lodge.” …

to be continued


White-Skunk and Bald-Eagle II…


…Eagle and Skunk retired to their beds after eating.

Before long Skunk began to laugh out loud.

“You are very annoying,” said Eagle, “what is so funny that it is worth keeping me awake?”

“We have mice,” said Skunk, “and one of them keeps running across my belly. It is so very ticklish.”

But the Frog sisters emerged from under Eagle’s pillow and whispered in his ear, “Nephew let us tell you something, Skunk has the Plover sisters with him in his bed, only, they wanted to marry you and we were destined for him but Skunk would not allow it. That is what tickles him so much, he lied to you about the fire.”

“It is well that you have told me this,” said Eagle to the Frog sisters.


The next morning Eagle arose early whilst Skunk was still sound asleep.

He packed the Frog sisters back off home with as much venison as they could carry and scolded Skunk to wake up.

“Why are you sleeping so late!”

“I must have fallen into a deep sleep,” explained Skunk. “That mouse kept me awake such a long time before I got off.”

So, Eagle went out to hunt again and Skunk spent the day with the Plover sisters.

Eagle was deeply worried, “Whatever it is that Skunk is up to,” he thought to himself, “tomorrow I will get my revenge.”…

to be continued


White-Skunk and Bald-Eagle…


In the beginning, Skunk and Eagle shared a dwelling.

Eagle hunted for food and Skunk prepared it to eat.

“Never approach my bed when I am out hunting,” said Eagle, “you will cause it to reek with your stench.”

“Of course not, Brother,” said Skunk, “Why would I trespass?” and he went on his way, walking and breaking wind…


Five Plover sisters lived close by.

One day they decided to go and live in marriage with Eagle.

That same day five Frog sisters decided to do likewise with Skunk.

All ten of them turned up together.

Skunk was home alone as Eagle was out hunting.

The Plover sisters went to Eagle’s bed, the Frog sisters to Skunk’s.

Skunk decided he preferred the look of the Plovers so he ushered the Frogs from his bed to Eagle’s and he ushered the Plovers from Eagle’s bed to his and hid them under his pillow.

The Frog sisters slunk under Eagle’s pillow.

As night fell, Eagle returned from his hunt.

“What’s all this,” said Eagle tasting the air, “for what reason have you been across to my bed, Skunk?”

“Oh, Brother,” said Skunk, “today my fire got too big and spread itself towards your bed, so I ran over and put it out.”

“Is that so?” said Eagle sitting down to supper.

Throughout their meal Skunk kept casting sly glances at his pillow where the Plover sisters lay well hidden…

To be continued

Royalty eh?…


The king finished scrutinising his appearance in the full length mirror with a satisfying ‘gurgle’.

His royal tailor had done an altogether splendid job of ‘ironing out’ the few minor discrepancies of attire which had been picked up at the first fitting…

It was, decided the king, now perfect!

All that remained to be done… was to wait.

The crowds were already pouring into the capital from all four corners of the realm.

The minstrels and street entertainers had been plying their trade since before the early hours.

The advance guard of flag wavers would soon be pressing their features to the railings which surrounded the royal palace.

‘They enjoy waiting’, thought the king, ‘it adds to the suspense. Even in the rain, and one ought really to be fully rested before such an event. One should take a little nap. It would hardly matter if one overslept. One would not want to be early after all.’

So, as the subjects of his realm were readied for his illustrious arrival, the king slept.

And slept on…

The king was awoken from his slumber by a frenzied knocking on the heavy oak door of his dressing room.

A hideous dream he had experienced, about wily weavers, and a hard to fool child.

He caught a glimpse of his own form in the mirror as he rushed to the door to open it, and that glimpse confirmed his nightmare.

As the door was flung open the palace butler looked at the royal features aghast.

“Call the guards,” said the king, “someone has stolen my dress suit!”

Time Lines III…

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… “And everywhere literalism rears its convoluted head.”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“I mean, I don’t think these people regarded those so called entities as we do.”


“Just because one creates a form to represent something doesn’t necessarily mean that one believes that a being lives and breathes in that form.”

“You mean the form is just a focus.”


“A focus through which an effect can manifest.”

“The form facilitates a manifestation.”

“It’s not clear to me how that helps us.”

“It renders fear redundant.”




Time Lines II…

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… “In later Assyrian Mythology, Anzu becomes Pazuzu.”

“Am I missing something, here?”

“Pazuzu is a ‘wind demon’ responsible for bringing plague and pestilence, and whatever else we may think about the notions of a demon, in that region of the world, a wind that brings both pestilence, usually locusts, and plague, does indeed exist.”

“Am I still missing something here?”

“Pazuzu is reputed to be the brother of Humwawa!”

“Ah, The Spirit of the Cedar Forest from Gilgamesh, I think I’m starting to see… But are you sure?”

“Well, there has been a certain amount of degeneration in the iconography, which is only natural, given the time span’s involved, but we can, I think, clearly see the resmemblance…”

“We can, particularly in the positioning of the arms…”

“Both ‘demons’ are described by the authorities as having a skull-like ‘canine’ or ‘lionine’ head.”

“I can go along with skull-like, but I would not like to be drawn into the dog or cat debate.”

“Very wise…”

“Ugly looking spud, though, isn’t he?”

“He is, although, almost incredibly, back in the day, his figure was made into amulets, worn, usually around the neck, and used to ward off other, more malevolent, forces.”

“The ancients’ attitude to what we might regard as ‘good’ and ‘evil’ was, to say the least, somewhat ambivalent.”

“It is at least possible, then, that the actions of the heroes in Gilgamesh were directly responsible for the creation of this ‘environmental bane’.”

“But if a good wind can be turned bad, surely a bad wind can be turned good?”

“That, my dearest Wendlebury, is what still remains to be seen.”



Time Lines…

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“And what have we here?” says Wen in that provocative way of hers which means she is up to something.

“Anzu and Ninurta.”

“Nope, not doing it for me.”

“Anzu, Guardian of the Threshold, who stole the Tablets of Destiny from the Gods, and Ninurta, the God of agricultural and pastoral fertility,¬† who was sent to slay Anzu and retrieve the tablets.”

“Hmmm… This is a late interpretation of the iconography I take it?”

“What makes you say that?”

“Oh, let’s see now, ‘Anzu’ was a Thunder-Bird, was possibly the Thunder-Bird and ‘Ninurta’ is carrying Lightning-Bolts.”

“That’s very good. A straight forward depiction of the thunder-storm.”

“Well, hardly straight forward but, essentially, yes…”

“No, those figures could hardly be described as straight forward…”

“Legs going one way…”

“…Body going the other.”

“Didn’t we have that, monster ‘looking-back-over-its-shoulder’ thing as symbolic of time at one point?”

“We did, and again, this may well be our original depiction of that concept. Not a bad effort given that, in one interpretation, this monster stole the Tablets of Destiny.”

“Not a bad effort given that, in another interpretation, thunder and lightning occur simultaneously but we see lightning first.”

“I think I like that interpretation better.”

“Even though this culture might not have known that thunder and lightning are simultaneous?”

“They knew an awful lot about the stars, and the sky, and if this is a depiction of a thunder storm, then they clearly did know. Besides, its more organic.”

“Or less contrived. Is this part of Gilgamesh?”

“Strictly speaking, no…”

“And leniently speaking?”

“Well, therein lies a tale…”

“I’m all ears.”