horns with words

As the bull

As the bull
Flew
Blew
Fiery fists
Missed kicks
As the bull she knew.
Horns glared
Anger dared
fear more passionate the reason ...she knew
She grew
She grew
As a charging, alarming fury of feeling
Her eyes they were weeping
Wounds ripped and seeping
Nostrils flare
No reason to care
Redness and blackness and darkness and blindness
Her motifs not fair
Sink deeper despair.
The bones push through bleeding
Transformation of meaning
Meaning of heartbeat
Of music
Of lightning
Oh how she flew through she flew past as lightning
Scratching and taring and biting and swiping
Fight to the dead
Loosing my head
No way to mend
A road to one end
Uncontrollable destruction
Life without function

chalk circle...notes on blood shed.

Bloody battle
Bitter battle
Bruised and used
Matador Murdor
Crimson curtain sweeps and swoops
Tricking and taunting
Images haunting.

Tradition is tragedy
Blood glistens
Crystals dancing
Beating and tapping
Twisting and turning
Cheering and choking.

Bloody battle
Bitter battle
Stupid Fucking Futile Battle.

Muscles scream
Blood pouring
Sinews twisting
Fighting
Floating.

Stamping stench
A silent scream
Beg
Whisper
Proud flash of hatred human
Harmful human
Haughty headed handsome human.

Laugh at sport
Growing power
Feel the burn
Another turn.

Bloody battle
Bitter battle
Fucking Futile Stupid Battle.

Greedy man
Angry horn
Forced fight
Dance and prance
Step and skip
Leading
Luring
Evil trap.

Sword glistens
Hidden tall
Cowardly escape
from death or fate.

Blade raised
Bull dazed
Final moment
Horn pushes
Down
Down
Beast beaten
Stumbling deeper

Fight over
Beast life wasted
Walks away
Humble beauty.

Red pouring
Silent screaming
Man winning
Man gleaming
Crowd cheering
Brutal beauty.

Bull down
Peace enters
No respect
No final wishes
Carcass dragged
Thrown to feast on
Human wins
Human sins.

Bloody battle
Bitter battle
Fucking Futile Stupid Battle
Wasted life
Wasted life
Fucking Futile Fucked up Battle.

back and notes on bulls and bloodshed....

I am back from holidaying in Andalucia and have an infinite list of posts to start on and many photos that need uploading...

I had a fantastic time with Alex and my family; it was peaceful and happy and sunny and very hard to come back. Holidays seem to take away any worries and you seem to live in a world of perfection. The holiday bought everyone closer and I think even self discovery... stepping away is a necessity.

I think I need to write about one thing first...
BULL FIGHTS!!
On a trip to Malaga we managed to visit a real life bullfight. I wanted to see it, Alex wanted to see it... everyone did apart from my sister.. but she was just nervous.
Bull fights are a contreversial subject... bloody, cruel, patriotic, majestical, ceremonial... it was all of these things.
Personally I do not think it is right. I didn't quite know how I would feel but it defenately had an affect on me.
Sitting in the ring we were surrounded by spanish people, the mood was high, live musicians played spanish music... everything was defeantely happy, pure and wonderful. The start was ceremonial, beautiful and proud. The matadors strong, majestical and heroic but as soon as the first bull was released an overwhelming sadness came over me. It was so small, pitiful and humbling. it wasn;t this angry beast I was expecting. I immediately started feeling what I thought it was feeling...
Pain as it's skin was stabbed...exhaustion, humilation, weakness as the matador prodded it urging to fight. This bull was too effeminate, too lovely.. I imagined it's friends, it;s paretns... this wasn't a bull who wanted to fight... it just wanted a hug?
The matador jeered as it watched it die... this bull died for human pride.. an unworthy cause.
My sister, Alex and my Mother were concerened but excited, desperate for more.... it wasn't personal... I stayed but it made me angry ... there is nothing I could no about it!
The next two bulls were stronger more fierce, there pain didn;t hurt me nad the matador's fantastic but I still can;t condone this sport. Yes it is traditional, beautiful, and brings the peopele together but we live in a modern world which is searching for freedom. Animals are now seen as worthy beings with rights... yes we eat animals... but I am not sure anyone enjoys there killing.
I think spain needs to find a new way of keeping the glory of the matador but not the bullish behaviour.