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Confessions from the new New Frontier

Exercise:

Tuesday, December 11, 2012 - 4:30 am - Write a lyric essay about one of the 50 states in 15 minutes. It’s July or August or Christmas Eve and that means it’s time to eat lobster. We pretend that it’s actually cheaper for us than for the rest of the country, and when we can’t do that, at least we can say that [...]

A thought on a train from South Station to Penn Station

Saturday, July 14, 2012 - 8:06 pm - The way local euphemisms work is always fascinating to me. For example, in Boston, liquor stores are “package stores” but non-metered cabs are plainly called “gypsy cabs”. In New York, liquor stores are liquor stores but non-metered cabs are the very genteel sounding “car service.” Does this mean that New Yorkers are ready to let [...]

“What’re ya havin’ baby?”

Sunday, February 19, 2012 - 5:48 pm - It’s only 9:30 am, but today is already one of those days when I find it easy to love New York because of how often mundane becomes profound here. I got a free coffee from the bodega for being “a teacher who is a very important woman.” Nice. Then I got a seat on an [...]

New Year’s absolutions

Monday, February 6, 2012 - 3:49 am - One of my New Year’s Resolutions (the only one I thought I really meant) was to post something at least once a week. It’s February somehow, so that means that I’ve already not lived up to my own expectations  at least four times. But…instead of the usual throwing up of the hands and declarations of [...]

Would a Coyote Lie?

February 11, 2010

Coyotes

by Mark Jarman
 

Is this world truly fallen? They say no.
For there’s the new moon, there’s the Milky Way,
There’s the rattler with a wren’s egg in its mouth,
And there’s the panting rabbit they will eat.
They sing their wild hymn on the dark slope,
Reading the stars like notes of hilarious music.
Is this a fallen world? How could it be?

 

And yet we’re crying over the stars again,
And over the uncertainty of death,
Which we suspect will divide us all forever.
I’m tired of those who broadcast their certainties,
Constantly on their cell phones to their redeemer.
Is this a fallen world? For them it is.
But there’s that starlit burst of animal laughter.

 

The day has sent its fires scattering.
The night has risen from its burning bed.
Our tears are proof that love is meant for life
And for the living. And this chorus of praise,
Which the pet dogs of the neighborhood are answering
Nostalgically, invites our answer, too.
Is this a fallen world? How could it be?

I thought of this poem last night when a dog barked outside. It’s unusual in this neighborhood. The dogs here are well-cared for and well-trained. They seldom find much to bark about. Listening to the dog, I began to wonder if the coyote I saw in the street a few years ago was making his rounds again. Probably it was just wishful thinking. It is mid-winter, and much of the time I feel trapped indoors.

We live in a time of shrillness, and too many of the voices in what currently passes for public discourse have taken to howling and barking. “The best lack all conviction, while the worst/Are full of passionate intensity,” wrote Yeats. The problem is not new, and we find it everywhere.

In the current issue of Newsweek, a reader from California pronounces that “The president is a socialist ideologue…” In response to the same article, a reader in Connecticut insists that the president “has done nothing but capitulate to the right and to Wall Street.” The howl and the bark. Mr. California and Ms. Connecticut cannot both be right, and in this instance actually manage both to be wrong. They howl and bark to make stupid sound smart and scared sound strong.

The coyote doesn’t howl for emphasis because the howl is the message: “I am a coyote, and right now I am in this exact spot.” The dog barks in reply, “I am a dog, and right now I am in this exact spot.” It’s all true, and they are both right.

As always, the time is right now. As always, politics and punditry don’t have much to do with actual living. Knowing this, couldn’t we as human beings just try a little harder not to be stupid and scared and not to take it out on each other? Couldn’t we leave the howling and barking to the coyotes and dogs?

They’re really good at it after all, and we aren’t.

2 Responses to “Would a Coyote Lie?”

  1. Darlene Says:

    What a great observation. The poem and your comments are in total sync. I love the “howling and barking” analogy to the loud and stupid braying of the Tea Party group and the Limbaughs and Becks on the radio and TV.

    Sometimes we get so caught up in the whole thing it permeates our daily life, but you are right. It really has little to do with actual living.

  2. barry knister Says:

    Coyotes communicate by howling. The human blabbermouths whose ceaseless howling makes reason obsolete seek not to communicate, but to prevent communication. They know that if they stop yammering, just possibly their listeners might think about what’s been said. This must not be allowed to happen. I would say therefore that it is wrong to speak of coyotes in the same message. They’re honorable beasts, and deserve better.
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    Barry Knister

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