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Poem for Saturday, The Chute, The Intern, Elephants

The Elephant is Slow to Mate
By D.H. Lawrence

The elephant, the huge old beast,
     is slow to mate;
he finds a female, they show no haste
     they wait

for the sympathy in their vast shy hearts
     slowly, slowly to rouse
as they loiter along the river-beds
     and drink and browse

and dash in panic through the brake
     of forest with the herd,
and sleep in massive silence, and wake
     together, without a word.

So slowly the great hot elephant hearts
     grow full of desire,
and the great beasts mate in secret at last,
     hiding their fire.

Oldest they are and the wisest of beasts
     so they know at last
how to wait for the loneliest of feasts
     for the full repast.

They do not snatch, they do not tear;
     their massive blood
moves as the moon-tides, near, more near
     till they touch in flood.


Quickie, went out to Tara Thai with my parents and watched a movie so I'm behind tonight, and I have to get up relatively early for me for a Saturday tomorrow. My morning was about fighting an apparently weather-related migraine plus writing a review of Voyager's forgot-what-a-guilty-pleasure-it-is "The Chute", an episode that barely passes the Bechdel Test yet is still a vastly more feminist, pro-woman story than the movie we watched after tonight's episode of Sleepy Hollow -- not the best, not enough Ichabbie, too many villains, still better than -- the godawful sexist nightmare The Intern.

Why would a female writer attempt to convince us that the world would be a better place under the thumb of old white guys because they know so much better than women what women want (and should be rewarded for that with younger women of their own! White women, like every single character in this nightmare vision of hip young New York!). I can't bear to analyze any further, so here to cheer me up are photos of the National Zoo elephants shortly before young male Kandula, who was born at the zoo, went to live in Oklahoma City to explore and breed with the female elephants there.


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