Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Maximum Significance
Due to its historical multivalence, the archive of associations which it has generated, the hare is rip to be . . . squeezed for maximum, even ultimately uncertain or inchoate significance. Amongst the kinds of things which it has been made or co-opted to signify is, precisely, this poetically open-ended or resonant quality. That said, they tend to cluster around a number of areas more or less troped upon its natural history: sex, death, speed and vitality, super-sensitivity, elusiveness and cunning; untamed or unfathomable "wildness," with only their sinister portentousness bucking the trend.
Image: Catherine Hyde.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Much in Common
The hare and the fox have much in common. They are both active by night, both symbols of the irrational, the intuitive, of cunning and the fickleness of the moon.
– George Ewart Evans and David Thomson
The Leaping Hare
p. 218
The Leaping Hare
p. 218
Image: Detail of "The Forest" tapestry by William Morris.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
The White Hare
The White Hare
By Seth Lakeman
I heard her in the valley,
I heard her in the dead of night.
The warning of a white hare
Her eyes burning bright.
Careful you don’t catch her
Or give her right of way.
For she will look upon you,
Steal your soul away
For the white hare is calling,
Dancing in the night.
She’ll be out ’til the morning,
With eyes burning bright.
The white hare is calling you.
Out upon the heather
A shadow came onto me.
Her hair was hanging over,
Her face I could not see.
She ran behind the rocks,
I heard the hounds cry,
The image of a woman
With her head held up high.
For the white hare is calling,
Dancing in the night.
She’ll be out ’til the morning
With eyes burning bright.
The white hare is calling you.
If you go hunting,
Calling out your prey,
If you see a fair maid,
With her hair ash and grey.
Careful you don’t catch her,
Give her right of way,
For she will look upon you,
Steal your soul away.
By Seth Lakeman
I heard her in the valley,
I heard her in the dead of night.
The warning of a white hare
Her eyes burning bright.
Careful you don’t catch her
Or give her right of way.
For she will look upon you,
Steal your soul away
For the white hare is calling,
Dancing in the night.
She’ll be out ’til the morning,
With eyes burning bright.
The white hare is calling you.
Out upon the heather
A shadow came onto me.
Her hair was hanging over,
Her face I could not see.
She ran behind the rocks,
I heard the hounds cry,
The image of a woman
With her head held up high.
For the white hare is calling,
Dancing in the night.
She’ll be out ’til the morning
With eyes burning bright.
The white hare is calling you.
If you go hunting,
Calling out your prey,
If you see a fair maid,
With her hair ash and grey.
Careful you don’t catch her,
Give her right of way,
For she will look upon you,
Steal your soul away.
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