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The hunter and the prey

 
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Posted:     Post subject: The hunter and the prey

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Excerpt from a poem by Ravenboy © 20090610




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Posted:     Post subject: from your poem

I like this! id lik to read the entire poem!

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`Thanks fullmetal...you know what the really interesting thing about this piece is? I once saw a tv programme about a bushman in Africa hunting a deer...it was fascinating and this applies as much to him, as it does to anyone else hunting in this particular manner...

This hunter, he would...seemingly be able to adopt the thinking of the deer...and even when he had been hunting it for hours upon hours...and could not see it with his bare eye...he still knew what it was thinking...doing...and why...and in the end he caught his prey...

The knowledge and skill this man displayed was amazing...and I imagine that some of the traits are similar to anyone who has hunted in this way...with bow and arrow as he did...or spears or whatever tools particular to that culture and people...

Thanks again.../smiles.

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`Edgar Allan Poe
The Raven

[First published in 1845]
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!



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`To be a succesfull hunter I think you Must be able to become that what it is you hunt. to be able to blend with you suroundings in such a way that you dont stand out and i dont mean camo gear from the sporting goods store, but to truely become something eles entirely mentally anyways,lol! i look forward to reading more of your writings, i,ll stop now here before someone tries to commit me to a padded roomlol!

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`(removed), I guess you are right though...it certainly seemed that way with this African hunter...

Anyhow...poetic stuff and such...I'll probably post it on the forums of the other pages I am a member of...so look there if you want to read it FM...

I posted this particular one here for obvious reasons..

Now I'm going off to write you that email I said I would.../smiles.

/RAVEN....listening to Radiohead at the time of writing...that's a thought...you'll have to write and tell me what music you are into FM.../smiles.


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`LOL! i wish I had seen the same show!
i forgot in the email i tend ot listen to songs that reflect some aspect of how I ma feeling at that moment as well. not just listening for the sake of fillin the house with sound. sometimes it wil be sometihng like the Kelly and reba song on my profile as it keeps me from making the same mistakes twice though i guess it was for a reason and i cant regret it, but anyways sometiems i just need a good laugh not because anyof my kids were ugly babies,lol!

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`LOL...you're hilarious..."not ugly babies"...lol.../smiles.

But you are right...I agree...it is often a reflection of how I might be feeling too...in which case listening to Metallica begs a question or two../smiles. No, the explanation for that is simply the adrenaline rush...and it is a sort of strong passion...and yes, sometimes anger that can actually be exorcised by listening to something like that...but that is hardly the main reason...I actually like the musicality of it...the melodies and the speed of it...like you feel when you want to run as fast as you can...along with horses...at full gallop...positive feelings in other words /smiles. As such, it is indeed a reflection of emotions...both felt and dreamt of...I can imagine you know the last part much better than I do.../smiles.

I think...we take music as we are as well...so even if the music is perhaps aggressive...it doesn't necessarily become aggressive in us...or makes us so...because that aggression can and is different for different people. Aggression for some is violence...and for others...it is merely pumping as much iron as they can...working out...punish those weights /lol. Or it could be about running as fast as you can...just belting it /smiles. I don't think it is only a reflection of us...we reflect it too...and that reflection is different for different people...

And sometimes of course, music is about CREATING a mood...something that can change the way you are feeling...it doesn't just have to be music that amplifies your own feelings...or beats to the same rhythm as your heart...sometimes you want to change that...and that's where music can be a great...influential tool.../smiles. I'm sure you already know and feel this...and that what I am saying is nothing new to you /smiles.

The greater the width of your emotions...the greater variety in your music probably...hence I listen to everything that has a, to me, pleasing sound...and that includes everything from Bach (classical) to Bach (Skid Row singer...lol). No, I listen to Sting, Pearl Jam, Enya, Metallica, Paradise Lost, The Cult, Dave Matthews band, The Wallflowers, Death Cab for Cutie, Loreena McKennitt and what have you...all kinds /smiles.

I hear you...and I agree completely.../smiles.



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`Lol! if only i had the nerve to post The Girbil song(another Stephan Lynch) or Roy Mustang and the word ----,lol! Thank you youtube! after being the only woman in a fire station full of men i developed a very crude sense of humour,lol!(not always crude,just sometimes,lol!)
thank you for reminding me of what other aspects music brings our lives. it has been quite a while since i abandoned myself to the rush of racing headlong,arms flung wide,not carring that the jump was the remains of some small car on the down slope of a hill into a river, or trying to beat the freight train to the crossing! racing the wind under a full moon. lol! where was I?
oh music. I am going to listen to those artists you mentioned the ones I havent listened to yet, how much I have forgotten and buried. thank you.

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