Rein (Reign) Your Brain!
by Helga Ross
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
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The Vestigial Reptilian Brain: Our 'Preverbal Remains' fights to overwrite our evolving script.
Ironically, the part we need for survival could be the part that kills us off!
A Spensarian Sonnet:
The Perfect Illustration: Snake Charmer 1907 – Henri Rousseau
Inspiration for this piece, one of my favorites:
“A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.”
Snake – D.H. Lawrence
A green ribbon sprawls along a stone trail;
a moss-like strand some human hand misplaced,
or a girl’s curls tossed loose a ponytail?
This trim makes ladies tremble with distaste:
The pretty strand is a garter, snake-faced!
It coils, unfurls a lunge, spits forth a fork,
withal recoils and slithers with slow haste –
(Shudders, oohs, aahs) – such mesmerizing torque.
A dinosaur’s remnant; a link to Ork;*
our Reptilian Brain, the oldest part,
where emotion fights reason for the cork;
the art is knowing when to heed the heart.
Skinny One, respect deflects foolish fear:
When we reflect we find a treasure here.
© Helga Ross 2004, 2006
*Ork – a fictional race of beings.
They are one of the most widespread races in the Warhammer 40, 000 galaxy. They are extremely warlike and the whole society is geared towards constant warfare. Orks live for battle and will fight with anything that gets in their way, even other Orks. This constant need to fight is the expression of Ork culture, a fact that keeps the Orks from forming anything but temporary alliances with each other. If the Orks were ever to unite under one banner they could quickly sweep aside all opposition in the Galaxy… Physiologically Orks are humanoid hulking brutes with huge slab-like muscles and are capable of ripping apart a human with their bare hands. They have tough thick green skin, which is highly resistant to pain. They can sustain the most horrific of injuries and stay in the fight… In combat they can transform even the most common object into a lethal killing instrument. Orks aren't the brightest creatures in the galaxy, but they do possess a certain low cunning…
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|Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain
|A brilliantly crafted sonnet - beautiful Helga!|
|Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
|Helga a brilliant spensarian sonnet that I am
sending to my friend....she is a lover and writer
of sonnets....wonderful tale ...beautifully done..
|Reviewed by Jim Dunlap
|Very well done. Does this have something to do with Star Trek?|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A disciplined sonnet expressing much meaning. Thank you, Helga. Love and peace to you. Regis|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|What a brilliant sonnet! I can't believe what
you accomplish! This is a joy to read!
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|This poem bears great sense of perception, and intelligence, indeed!
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|I think this is fantastic Helga,
This is an excellent Sonnet..
Love your art too/
|Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
|GREAT writing, Helga...I think I know what you intend to say in this wonderful elizabethan rhyme(shall I call it a tetrameter sonnet)...
|Reviewed by jude forese
|i like the juxtapositioning and syntax ... you've explored them well ...|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I think I've actually met a few of these Orks on my life's journey!
Captivating write and illustration, Helga. Thoroughly enjoyed both.