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“Who holds the reins of my desires if not my hands? My hands—my body’s gates of tenderness, the tools of my wonders, be they violent or gentle, be they both.”
— Natalie Diaz, from The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones—: These Hands If Not Gods
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Jamie Wyeth, Iris at Sea, 1994. Oil on panel.
““When Iraq was not yet Iraq, it was the birthplace of the first written words. The words look like bird tracks. Masterful hands drew them in clay with sharpened canes. Fire annihilates and rescues, kills and gives life, as do the gods, as do we. Fire hardened the clay and preserved the words. Thanks to fire, the clay tablets still tell what they told thousands of years ago in that land of two rivers. In our days, George W. Bush, perhaps believing that writing was invented in Texas, launched with joyful impunity a war to exterminate Iraq. There were thousands upon thousands of victims, and not all of them were flesh and blood. A great deal of memory was murdered too. Living history in the form of numerous clay tablets were stolen or destroyed by bombs. One of the tablets said: We are dust and nothing All that we do is no more than wind.””
— Eduardo Galeano quoted in an essay by Tom Engelhardt at TomDispatch introducing an excerpt from Mirrors: Stories of Almost Everyone. Eduardo Galeano, The Previous Sole Superpower (via protoslacker)
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When it was discovered that Zalim (ironically meaning, cruel) was in the company of two very young cubs, those at Ranthambore feared the worst: that, as an adult male, he would kill them. Instead, he surprised naturalists with his “motherly” behavior when he took in his twin daughters following the death of their mother.
At this time, science stated that tigers were only as social as mothers and cubs could go and that tiger fathers rarely interacted with their offspring. Zalim changed that when he was witnessed, month after month, caring for his daughters and teaching them how to hunt. Their relationship eventually ceased when the two girls were shifted to Sariska Tiger Reserve and Zalim went on to father another litter with the then-dominant tigress Sundari, the so-called Lady of the Lakes. When she too mysteriously disappeared, Zalim unsurprisingly took care of their cubs as well.
Ranthambore National Park, India Photograph taken via camera trap
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