{"id":14692,"date":"2013-10-04T13:48:56","date_gmt":"2013-10-04T17:48:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=14692"},"modified":"2013-10-04T13:48:56","modified_gmt":"2013-10-04T17:48:56","slug":"to-emerge","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2013\/10\/to-emerge\/","title":{"rendered":"To Emerge"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/player.vimeo.com\/video\/23669429\" height=\"337\" width=\"600\" allowfullscreen=\"\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p class=\"smalltext\"><em>[Video: <\/em>Grinder &amp; Coola Come Out of Hibernation<em>. The two grizzlies were adopted in 2001 by Grouse Mountain Wildlife Refuge in Vancouver; <a title=\"Grouse Mountain: Grinder &amp; Coola Awake from Hibernation\" href=\"http:\/\/www.grousemountain.com\/press_releases\/grinder-and-coola-awake-from-hibernation\" target=\"_blank\">the video<\/a> was shot in 2011, on their tenth anniversary there.]<\/em><\/p>\n<p>From\u00a0<a title=\"whiskey river: 'From Out the Cave,' by Joyce Sutphen\" href=\"http:\/\/whiskeyriver.blogspot.com\/2013\/10\/from-out-cave-when-you-have-been-at-war.html\" target=\"_blank\"><em>whiskey river<\/em><\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>From Out the Cave<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>When you have been<br \/>\nat war with yourself<br \/>\nfor so many years that<br \/>\nyou have forgotten why,<br \/>\nwhen you have been driving<br \/>\nfor hours and only<br \/>\ngradually begin to realize<br \/>\nthat you have lost the way,<br \/>\nwhen you have cut<br \/>\nhastily into the fabric,<br \/>\nwhen you have signed<br \/>\npapers in distraction,<br \/>\nwhen it has been centuries<br \/>\nsince you watched the sun set<br \/>\nor the rain fall, and the clouds,<br \/>\ndrifting overhead, pass as flat<br \/>\nas anything on a postcard;<br \/>\nwhen, in the midst of these<br \/>\neveryday nightmares, you<br \/>\nunderstand that you could<br \/>\nwake up,<br \/>\nyou could turn<br \/>\nand go back<br \/>\nto the last thing you<br \/>\nremember doing<br \/>\nwith your whole heart:<br \/>\nthat passionate kiss,<br \/>\nthe brilliant drop of love<br \/>\nrolling along the tongue of a green leaf,<br \/>\nthen you wake,<br \/>\nyou stumble from your cave,<br \/>\nblinking in the sun,<br \/>\nnaming every shadow<br \/>\nas it slips.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>(Joyce Sutphen [<a title=\"amazon.com: 'Straight Out of View,' by Joyce Sutphen\" href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Straight-Out-View-Joyce-Sutphen\/dp\/093010028X\" target=\"_blank\"><em>source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Not from\u00a0<em>whiskey river<\/em>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Emerging into the dazzling sunlight, his dark grey suit hanging off his skinny frame, Sean Hodgson faltered, leaning on his brother and sucking in gulps of air.<\/p>\n<p>For one long minute the scene froze; photographers were silenced, his family held their breath and his solicitor was poised to usher him back inside. After 27 years in the British prison system, most of which was served in a hospital wing under psychiatric care, it seemed that this choreographed moment of release might be too much.<\/p>\n<p>But it was only a brief pause as if he was taking it all in, then Sean Hodgson lifted a finger deeply stained by nicotine, pointed down the steps of the Royal Courts of Justice to where the media waited 10 deep, and whispered in his north-eastern accented tones: &#8220;I want to go down there.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>(Sandra Laville [<a title=\"The Guardian (2009-03-18): 'Ecstatic: verdict of pallid figure emerging...' \" href=\"http:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/uk\/2009\/mar\/19\/sean-hodgson-miscarriage-justice-ruling\" target=\"_blank\"><em>source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;and:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>On a Sunday in that same year, my father had patiently explained to me about zero as a placeholder in arithmetic, about the wicked-sounding names of big numbers, and about how there&#8217;s no biggest number (&#8220;You can always add one,&#8221; he pointed out). Suddenly, I was seized by a childish compulsion to write in sequence all the integers from 1 to 1,000. We had no pads of paper, but my father offered up the stack of grey cardboards he had been saving from when his shirts were sent to the laundry. I started the project eagerly, but was surprised at how slowly it went. When I had gotten no farther than the low hundreds, my mother announced that it was time for me to take my bath. I was disconsolate. I had to get a thousand. A mediator his whole life, my father intervened: if I would cheerfully submit to the bath, he would continue the sequence. I was overjoyed. By the time I emerged, he was approaching 900, and I was able to reach 1,000 only a little past my ordinary bedtime. The magnitude of large numbers has never ceased to impress me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>(Carl Sagan [<a title=\"'The Demon-Haunted World,' by Carl Sagan (large PDF)\" href=\"http:\/\/www.e-reading.biz\/bookreader.php\/148582\/The_Demon-Haunted_World_:_Science_as_a_candle_in_the_dark.pdf\" target=\"_blank\"><em>source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;and:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>That Child<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>That child was dangerous. That just-born<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 1.5em;\">Newly washed and silent baby<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 3em;\">Wrapped in deerskin and held warm<\/span><br \/>\nAgainst the side of its mother could understand<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 1.5em;\">The language of birds and animals<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 3em;\">Even when asleep. It knew why Bluejay<\/span><br \/>\nWas scolding the bushes, what Hawk was explaining<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 1.5em;\">To the wind on the cliffside, what Bittern had found out<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 3em;\">While standing alone in marsh grass. It knew<\/span><br \/>\nWhat the screams of Fox and the whistling of Otter<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 1.5em;\">Were telling the forest. That child knew<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 3em;\">The language of Fire<\/span><br \/>\nAs it gnawed at sticks like Beaver<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 1.5em;\">And what Water said all day and all night<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 3em;\">At the creek&#8217;s mouth. As its small fingers<\/span><br \/>\nClosed around Stone, it held what Stone was saying.<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 1.5em;\">It knew what Bear Mother whispered to herself<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 3em;\">Under the snow. It could not tell<\/span><br \/>\nAnyone what it knew. It would laugh<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 1.5em;\">Or cry out or startle or suddenly stare<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 3em;\">At nothing, but had no way<\/span><br \/>\nTo repeat what it was hearing, what it wanted most<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 1.5em;\">Not to remember. It had no way to know<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 3em;\">Why it would fall under a spell<\/span><br \/>\nAnd lie still as if not breathing,<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 1.5em;\">Having grown afraid<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 3em;\">Of what it could understand. That child would learn<\/span><br \/>\nTo sit and crawl and stand and begin<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 1.5em;\">Putting one foot forward and following it<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 3em;\">With the other, would learn to put one word<\/span><br \/>\nIt could barely remember slightly ahead<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 1.5em;\">Of the other and then walk and speak<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 3em;\">And finally run and chatter,<\/span><br \/>\nAnd all the Tillamook would know that child<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 1.5em;\">Had forgotten everything and at last could listen<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 3em;\">Only to people and was safe now.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>(David Wagoner [<a title=\"Poetry Foundation: 'That Child,' by David Wagoner\" href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poetrymagazine\/poem\/30079\" target=\"_blank\"><em>source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[Video: Grinder &amp; Coola Come Out of Hibernation. 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