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#24 The Richard Basehart Issue HOME PAGE
While Rereading Rilke's "The Panther"
All I see from my hotel window: rows and rows of windows, doors, grids upon grids, towers of grids, and I feel trapped, not like Rilke's panther, or an inmate behind bars, or even a parakeet in a cage, wings clipped, a tiny plastic trapeze to provide a speck of entertainment, and not like Tara Houska, thrown into a "temporary holding cell" for protesting the Dakota Access Pipeline—after all, I'm here by choice, free to walk out into breezes, pounding rain or gusts of wind, but all around, above, ahead: hard edges, and I want out, away from these lines and squares, these rectangles. My muscles ache for rounded shapes, for leaves that flitter, for spirals, fern fronds, pine cones, shells, feather grass and petals, water lilies, ranunculus, honeysuckle, wisteria. When did our species fall in love with shapes composed of four right angles? Horns of wild sheep are spiralled, as well as those of Highland Rams, Kudu—even our domesticated goats have curving horns. And human bones: the femur is composed of spirals, like the cochlea of our ears, the umbilical cord, arteries leaving our hearts. A panther's whiskers curl, like its incisors, and caged, it prowls in tight circles, though wild, it's free to swirl among shrubs and grasses. The way life arcs, twists, whorls, not like a mortared pile of bricks someone can smash, tumble. In the 1900's, Navajo hogans—rounded sacred spaces, pioneers of energy efficiency— were replaced by government funded squares. Fair and square? Yet I know my life would screech to a halt without rectangles or right angles: my laptop, my file folders, books, and these pages where Rilke's poem appears.
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