Lovetruckerthe Inevitable
October 15th 2008 01:51
Birds sang outside my room, accompanied by the rattling of the plumbing and the thunder of trucks on the interstate. The fridge chattered to the television set, both happy and fulfilled in their work – how I envied them. I made an attempt to engage with reality and stepped outside to touch this improbable world.
A shadow crossed my path and I was back on the mountain in an instant, shivering with neglect and deafened by the demands of the day. A tornado of crows spiralled blackly, mocking and shocking, bullying their fragile prey. I was drawn into their dream of beaks and feathers, captive to dark needs and finally bowed my neck in the killing fields of the inevitable.
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Comment by Lilla
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I love the pic of the crows. Beautiful.
In the native world of animal spirits, Crows come to caw to you about many things, amongst them change. They bring messages from the underworlds and the Greeks believed that one caw was to be lost. Two : way off the path... and further a third caw and you were so way off your path as to be to your advantage.
Multiples of crows need to be counted for added relevance, perhaps thats what he was doing when he named the band?
L.