When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
I have an avatar. It’s a donkley. I took this picture while riding my bike in Rappahannock County. I passed a farm where three donkeys were grazing in a pen and they were so cute that I had to take some pictures. The avatar is one of them.
You’re probably wondering why I chose a donkey. Isn’t that a somewhat unusual avatar? I simply couldn’t bring myself to choose anything else. Picture of myself? I’ve found it remarkably difficult to get a good picture of myself. Movie, TV, or video game character? I don’t attach myself deeply to anything in pop culture, so that wouldn’t really represent me. Lolcat? I don’t find them amusing.
Last night I was sorting through my pictures and I happened upon this shot of a donkey. I thought to myself, why not? After all, it’s a statement of my politics and my religion, not to mention my preference for living in a rural area. Best of all, it ties in nicely with this poem, which is one of Chesterton’s most famous ones. As he aptly points out, the donkey is a bizarre-looking creature. It’s not nearly as elegant as a horse, nor as productive as a cow or sheep. Yet the donkey has played it role in world events even so.
With that said, let me now offer you some more donkey pictures.