Sunday, February 03, 2008


A few posts back, I posted a poem by Dylan Thomas, about how death renders us all to the same point.
The monotheist would disagree, arguing for the existence of an ordered afterlife, with a ruler and a set of rules.
The atheist existentialist might tend to agree with Thomas, that indeed;

"Dead men naked they shall be one",

or was the point perhaps, as made by religionists as well as poets, of an eternal spirit, with his lines:
"Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion."

Well that was then, and now is now.

The above video is taken from the deck of an ocean liner.
Not a passenger liner, but a long-liner, where miles of baited hooks are laid into the ocean, and a few hours later are hauled in, and the catch is killed, gutted and placed on ice.
Here the fishermen capture a shark, there is a poetry to the video.
It mirrors closely, I believe, a scene from "The perfect storm", except that these guys are not actors, and unless they capture and kill the sharks, they will earn no money at all.
The way the shark moves from master of its environment, to helplessly squirming upon the deck, then to be dispatched by a sharp blow to the skull.

I couldn`t help thinking about Bush and Blair.
Are they the sharks that took the bait, have now been hooked, and are now gasping for breath, sensing that soon, they will be nothing more than a corpse on ice?

I have begun to wonder if the internet will somehow diminish the activities and profits of mainstream entertainment.

By the way, the background music to the film is hauntingly beautiful.
Both the video and the music were made by fishermen from the Basque fishing village of Ondourra, for which I thank them. It will take a few seconds to load, but I assure you, that it is
much better than Clooney and Hollywood, and far less expensive.

As my old granpappy used to opine,

"En cuando huele mal el pescado, hay que tirarlo a la basura."
"Si huele bien, tomatelo , y comemos."

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