1 August

Ravens And The Human Need For Symbols. “I Never Even Imagined How Smart They Are….”

by Jon Katz

It was better, I decided, for the emissaries returning from the wilderness…to record their marvel. In that way, it would go echoing through the minds of men, each grasping at that beyond out of which the miracles emerge and which, once defined,  to satisfy the human need for symbols.“- Loren Eiseley, The Judgement Of The Birds, The Immense Journey, 1946.

Symbols can be so beautiful sometimes, wrote Kurt Vonnegut in Breakfast Of Champions. A Raven has taken an interest in us, perhaps sensing that we are taking an interest in them. That’s how it works. To me, Ravens are a beautiful symbol, of me, and of our farm and our lives.

Maria heard a familiar sound way up in the sky this morning, and not knowing what it was or even where it was, she pointed her camera up to the sky and took this photo above.

It turns out it was a raven, flying over her way up in the clouds, a surprising capture that sends some chills up and down my spine.

She was astonished to look at the photo and see what she had captured.

From what I’ve been reading, I believe that the Raven was flying over Maria, knew she was there, and was sending her some kind of message – perhaps just a beautiful image – of the creature she would soon be capturing and was thinking about for her art.

Yesterday, I posted some sketches of ravens Maria uses as she works hard to learn how to make an image of a raven on a quilt or hanging piece, or fiber painting. Maria and I have different ideas about ravens.

She sees them as symbolizing the embrace of truth and reality. I see them as kindred spirits, a creature I relate to, loving, savvy, determined, independent, intelligent, astonishingly creative, and sometimes ruthless.

They do seem to fulfill my human need for symbols.

From Edgar Allen Poe down the ladder to biologists and ornithologists to biologists, bird scholars, and people like Maria and me, the Raven has captured imaginations and astonished researchers for a long time. They all say pretty much the same thing: Ravens do things that no one thought possible.

I’m reading one of the most thorough and respected books about Ravens,  Mind Of The Raven, by Biologist Bernard Heinrich of the University of Vermont. Henrich devoted much of his life to a s study of the ravels; he even raised four or five of them from birth and followed them through their lives.

Early in his book, Heinrich quotes Mark Pavelka, which studies Ravens for the United States Fish And Wildlife Service, as telling him: “With other animals, you can usually throw out 90 percent of the stories you hear about them as exaggerations. With Ravens, it’s the opposite. No matter how strange or amazing the story, chances are pretty good that at least some Raven somewhere actually did that.”

That, explained Heinrich, is because ravens are individuals; ants aren’t.

Heinrich became a Raven father, taking eggs from a raven next, feeding and raising them, freeing and studying them throughout their lives, feeding them the good they needed to grow and thrive.

Having developed a passionate interest in ravens over many years, and after “living on intimate terms” with them, he said, “I have seen amazing  behavior that I had not read about in the more than 1,400 research reports and articles on ravens in the scientific literature, and that I could never have dreamed possible.”

Heinrich, a trained and experienced biologist, said none of these journals captured or predicted the behaviors he was seeing. Something else was involved, so he became a “Raven Father” to learn more.

His goal, he said, was not to be authoritative. “I, instead, sketch the world of a magnificent bird that, as we shall see, has been associated with humankind from prehistoric times when we became hunters.

This turned out, he said, to be an exploration of the mind of an intelligent, resourceful, loving, loyal, and sometimes ruthless spirit. Ravens are creative in finding food, from raids on seabird nests to pecking open polyester packages at airports in search of food and to spot and escape predators.

They warn one another when there is danger, flock to support fellow ravens in trouble, and are very open to relationships with humans. These are fascinating birds, and I’m eager to learn more about them. Everything I learn about them makes me want to know them better.

Ravens have no desire to be pets, and I have no desire to make them into pets. I would love to get close enough to learn more about them.

After reading some of Heinriche’s findings, I think these ravens flying over our farm are aware of us and are sending a message. That’s what they do. They also gossip about us to other ravens.

I don’t know that I will ever understand the photo’s message or what it means; I may have to try to connect it to what is happening in our lives.

I think these ravens are adopting us. Evidence suggests they are just as interested in us as we are in them.

24 July

A Raven: My New Symbol For Bedlam Farm

by Jon Katz

Cruel birds—ravens—but wise. And creatures should be loved for their wisdom if they cannot be loved for kindness.” — Hannah Ken

I like the idea of the Raven becoming the symbol of Bedlam Farm, at least in my mind. I got this wonderful iron raven online and have struggled with where to put it. I wanted it in my office, but it seems it would be wasted here. I put it in my garden bed, but it looked out of place.

I looked out the window and saw the perfect spot in the hollow of an enormous limb that fell off the apple tree last year. It looks perfect there, calling out to the farm, us, and the animals in his different voices.

Ravens are among the most controversial birds. They are known for their cruelty, thievery, ingenuity,  incredible intelligence, and spirituality. They have always fascinated people who know and study them.

They are known for being shy, intelligent, and resourceful, almost beyond imagination.

They know people, steal eggs from nests, roll and duck away from hawks, and have strong relationships with other ravens. I like what Hannah Ken said above; Ravens are cruel but wise and deserve to be loved for their wisdom, if not for their kindness.

Two ravens are in our lives right now; they live in the big maple just outside our bedroom window and talk to us in the morning, just before the sun and beyond. They talk to us every morning. I know they hear us when we wake up.

What does a raven symbolize? A lot of things.

The Raven symbolizes prophecy, insight, transformation, and intelligence. The Raven invokes prophecy, wisdom, change, and intelligence. To some, it can also represent success in love and finding devoted, faithful partners.

Ravens know people and watch them closely.

Scientists who study them say they can work with tools,  distinguish from people, and show strategies and forethought regarding safety and self-preservation. They can be almost shockingly kind to other ravens and ruthless to other birds and small animals. Like donkeys, they never make the same mistake twice; everything must be their idea.

They are, say, scientists, almost frighteningly smart.

They can tell which humans are dangerous and which can be ignored or exploited.

Louise Erdrich is one of my favorite authors. Her writing first introduced me to the mystery of ravens (Edgar Allen Poe gave them a big dose of that also.)

Ravens are the birds I’ll miss most when I die,” wrote Erdrich. “If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black light of their limber intelligence. If only we did not have to die at all. Instead, they become ravens. ”

Ravens make the perfect symbols of Bedlam Farm, at least for me. I wouldn’t mind coming back as a raven. My new raven has a home for now, I think he belongs there

12 July

A New Kind Of Flower In My Garden Bed: My Iron Raven. I Trust Him…

by Jon Katz

Ravens are the birds I’ll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black light of their limber intelligence. If only we did not have to die at all. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black light of their limber intelligence. If only we did not have to die at all. Instead, we could become ravens.

-Louise Erdrich

I’ve added an essential new element to my garden bed, a beautiful iron Raven sculpture I discovered online, intended as a garden ornament, but is so much more to me. He’s a spiritual fixture with all kinds of messages.

I love Edgar Allen Poe, but I don’t understand his very gloomy fascination with the raven. He seems to see them as elements of darkness, fear, and death. I see them differently as symbols of life, wisdom, independence, and cruelty.

We have a raven who lives in a tree outside our bedroom window. He and Maria have been talking to each other for months. I see him as a savvy, determined, and ruthless spirit. He never runs or hides and never quits. He has no compunction about stealing food from a baby bird’s mouth or praying on worms and nests.

I am fascinated by ravens; Maria’s interest in them has sparked mine. I’m sure there will be a raven quilt or hanging piece one day; Maria does not rush into anything. Ideas simmer and stew.

I’m fascinated by the raven. I’ve done my homework. I’ve picked my raising bed guardian carefully.

When they fly, ravens soar with pointed tail feathers, while crows frequently flap their wings with fan-shaped feather tips. The less pleasant ravens prefer wilder habitats and produce low-pitched croaks. In contrast, friendly crows inhabit urban areas and make high-pitched caws.

We hear those croaks every morning, our raven is big, and he doesn’t seem friendly. But he does feel connected to us. He is always watching and in the morning, it feels like he is talking to us.

I relate to this bird; I don’t know what he symbolizes or what kind of an animal spirit he might be. I just find him haunting and mysterious, one part admirable, one-piece dark.

To Poe, the ravens “thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.” They were icons of darkness.

To me, they are not about terrors but all about identity and independence.

They make their own rules, allow no one to tell them what to do, take what they need, and always reach out to communicate, presumably with other ravens or crows. They are quick and smart.

I’ve learned that ravens are not like any other birds. I admire them, although not everything about them. They are shameless thieves.

Common Ravens are not as social as crows; I see them alone or in pairs except around food sources like landfills. Ravens are confident, inquisitive birds that strut around, have many opinions, or occasionally bound forward with light, two-footed hops. They are large birds, fearless but cautious.

I’m thrilled to have this raven in my garden bed, where he will spend the summer. In the Fall or Winter, I’ll bring him into my study, and he will join my mystical muses and spirits group. I have a spot all reading for him.

In the meantime, he’ll watch the flower bed and the flowers.

I feel he knows me; I see him up in the maple tree, watching me often. He inspires me, and I trust him.

 

19 May

For The Weekend. Three Books I Am Reading, A Movie About Little Richard, And Listening To Paul Simon’s Farewell Album. He Is Clearly Getting Ready To Die.

by Jon Katz

One of the neat things about surgery is that I do a lot of reading, and right now, I am jumping back and forth between three books I am enjoying very much, I wanted to share them with the many book readers who follow the blog as I often do.

I haven’t finished any of the three (one will take a few months), but I’m deep enough to know when I’ve struck some gold.

R.F. Kuang’s, Yellowface is a terrific read; I’ll be up late reading it.

It’s a bitting, razor-sharp, and all too revealing novel about how American book publishing works. The book is long overdue; every publishing horse in America has been taken over by giant, mostly foreign billionaires and corporations eager to control American publishing and erode almost all its values.

Kuang knows their soft spots and goes right after them.

The book is a rough but funny expose of how publishers deal with privilege, appropriation, and honesty.

The days of publishing books just because they are well written are over; publishing is ruthless, cruel to its people and writers, corrupt in the way stars are made,  and rarely authentic. Authors are marketed like cereal, and the young and gifted are often sacrificed for big profits.

Kuang, a best-selling author in her own right, is studying Contemporary Chinese Culture at Oxford College in England. She has all of the publishing in a buzz.

(Confession: I couldn’t stand being in book publishing after 26  books; I fled to the blog where I can write what I wish and have never regretted it. It is just as false nasty as suggested.)

Kuang, who is Asian, writes a devastatingly funny and cutting satire..

It isn’t a pretty world.

The novel is centered on fictional bestselling author Juniper Bong, who is not named Bong and is not Asian and isn’t a bestselling author either.

Her real name is Julia Hayward, and she is – was – the best friend of Athena Lie, who is Asian and a best-selling author whose books have won every major literary award and who is wildly rich and famous at the age of 27. Hayward is an abject failure. Her friend’s success is eating her up.

The two have been best friends since Yale but have never managed to be close.

Juniper’s one book was trashed by the critics and sold very few copies. She is not able to sell another.

When Athena suddenly dies, Julia and Athena are together in Athena’s apartment, getting drunk and making pancakes.

Hayward steals an unknown copy of Athena’s next novel, sneaks it into her bag, pretends she wrote it, and sends it to her agent, thus becoming a fake bestseller. She claims only to have been curious about the manuscript when she stole it but then realizes no one in the world has seen it or knows what’s in it. She gets right on it.

It’s a dazzling and perfect plot and setup. There’s no question Bong won’t get away with it; the suspense comes from how.

Twitter and social media have significant roles in this book, but Haung’s real target is the greedy, hypocritical, condescending, and inherently racist publishing companies in New York. I’m hooked.

Hayward posing as Bong is immediately praised and assaulted on social media. I’m already gripped by wondering long she can get away with it.

Kuang’s understanding of social media is timely and biting. The book is an all-too-true expose of an insane and corrupted world and how it promotes or ruins authors, underpays and overworks its editors,  and stumbles when bringing new and diverse voices to publishing.

I can’t wait to get back to it.

I’ll finish this one by Sunday. The book is getting raved everywhere. Seems well deserved to me. Her publisher is happy to make a fortune at its own expense.

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Also:

I’m 100 pages into King, A Life, a biography of Martin Luther King by Jonathan Eig.

The book is intensely readable and fascinating and captures the whole truth and struggle of the life of one of the most influential voices in American History.

King is out of fashion these days; he was too good to his enemies for our time.

. The book is intensely readable, full of new details and surprises, and fills in many blanks about King’s life, including the FBI’s many tape recordings of King flirting with his girlfriends. They were compelling reading.

So was King’s genuine faith, which infused the Civil Rights movement and helped white Americans to understand it.

I had no idea how complicated his early life was in brutally racist Alabama; his father was an alcoholic, and his mother risked her life to beat up anyone who mistreated her son.

Eig recognizes King’s greatness but also reminds us he was very human. The book is almost 600 pages long; I’ll read it chapter by chapter.

 

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The third book I’m reading is a mystery by Danish mystery writer Katrine Engberg, now a European bestseller. She’s a rising star in the mystery world.

It’s called The Sanctuary.

I’m only 40 pages into it, so far, so good. This is an intelligent mystery; her characters are likable and get down to business. I love reading about Denmark, a country I know nothing about.

I’ve always jumped back and forth between books; I get impatient and curious about whatever I’m not reading. I have no trouble keeping up with all of them at once. Once I get rolling, I read one book at a time.

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I’m really into all three of these. Tomorrow, we’re going to see the new movie, Little Richard. I Am Everything.

As a kid, I was mad about Little Richard; we both looked forward to seeing it. He helped shape rock and roll and had a painful life offstage.

Some sadder news.

This afternoon, I listened to what is almost certainly Paul Simon’s last album, Seven Psalms.

It just came out and sounds and feels like a farewell; Simon is 81, and the album, one song that is 33 minutes long, is about death in his lively, touching, and creative in the Simon way. It’s a beautiful album but a sad one. He experiments with music to the end, but there’s no doubt about the actual subject matter here – he faces the reality of his death.

I’m going to listen to it again later tonight. I miss Simon, he was one of my favorite songwriters. Godspeed, Paul.

 

 

16 May

Politics And Reality. Some Non Partisan Perspective: None Of The Things They Are Trying To Scare Us About Will Happen

by Jon Katz

Read your Mencken: “If a politician found he had cannibals among his constituents, he would promise them missionaries for dinner.”

They are trying to terrify you, on the left and right, into voting one way or the other. Corporations have taken over large and mainstream media and enthusiastically whore daily to make record amounts of money by keeping people frightened and interested.

Politics was never meant to be digested and argued over all day, every day, seven days a week. Politics are not healthy in our time if they ever were.

That is something new, mostly done by scaring people or fueling grievances. Don’t let anyone tell you that only Republicans or Democrats do it. Everyone does it; the fund-raising ads pouring into my phone and computer daily are as sad as they are disgusting.

People need to know that the debt ceiling will be passed, and neither side will permit the economic system that funds them to be destroyed. Suggesting otherwise is utterly hysterical and dishonest; every Washington reporter knows it. This time, it’s real, we are told. This time, it isn’t real, either.

I don’t fit into one mold or another and refuse to be stereotyped that way. I don’t write from the left or the right; parts of each live within me, and God help me; I still think for myself, not how other people tell me to think. That doesn’t mean I am right; it just means I write what I see and feel, not propaganda.

I’m here to say that the things we are being told to most fear are not happening and will not happen. I’m not a Pollyanna, I just won’t bow to lies and fear.

What seems like an awful mess is the nature of American Democracy. It has frequently been hateful and bigoted. Politics in America has always been built on finding new people to hate and persecute, demonize, and then passionately deny that it ever happened. Governor DeSantis believes he can erase history. He can’t.

Donald Trump will not be re-elected President. Neither will Governor DeSantis be elected President; he is merely the newest progressive boogaloo aimed at raising money and scaring the crap out of Democrats and progressives.

And both for the same reason: not enough Americans support their loopy, ridiculous policies and views. Like it or not, the country is diverse. You can’t win a national political campaign (as we learn repeatedly) with a promise to make people of different colors and persuasions disappear.

I live in Trump country, and I can tell you what the media are too busy drooling over conflict to know because they only read polls: Trump’s supporters are already abandoning him. They don’t see the point of telling pollsters about it and are eager to meet their new Messiah.

Just wait and see. The idea that he is surging and more potent than ever is so wrong it’s almost pathetic. It’s Donald Trump’s turn to be the marrow bone of American politics. The media refuse to say that their ethics are centuries old and outdated and they will lose a lot of money when Trump goes down.

DeSantis is said to bring a lot to a presidential campaign. But somewhere along the line, he left his personality at home.

As a reporter, I had the chance to interview the infamous George Wallace in Alabama; I was expecting the nasty and bigoted bugagboo of his time. He was one of the nicest and friendliest politicians I ever met. He knew how to kiss babies, charm reporters,  and work a room.

Don DeSantis is as appealing as a ceramic tea cup outside of Florida and maybe Iowa.

Nothing in our chaotic political system is new. His bullshit meter, essential for a national politician, hasn’t ever moved.

The aim of practical politics, wrote Mencken, ” is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.” Does this sound familiar? He wrote it more than a half-century ago.

Once in a while, a true leader like Lincoln rises and tortures us with the possibilities. But many Americans have always wanted a Trump instead – menacing us with an endless series of hobgoblins, almost all of the imaginary. Our politics in 2023 are about keeping us frightened and angry.

Social media was born to do that. He knew it.

I’m not joining that fray.

DeSantis is a caricature out of Mencken: So far, His campaign is shockingly stupid, narrow, and void of hope, promise, or compromise. What is he promising us but more hate and fear? We don’t need him for that; we can always go online.

DeSantis only speaks to one kind of person – the extremes of the far right. But the rest of us also vote. He would need our votes to win.

He is, I will say, excellent at creating hobgoblins and new people to hate. And everyone who has ever known him (this is true of Trump as well) knows he is just pretending. Our politics is about keeping people riled up, not cared for, or inspired.

His campaign against Disney is the most ridiculous political battle in modern American history, even dumber than Trump recommending drinking bleach to cure Covid-19.  Disney is one of the largest, most moved-loved, giant, and most ruthless corporations. They will eat DeSantis alive until the courts do it for them.

Bob Iger is among American history’s most suggest, shrewdest, and toughest Corporate Sharks.

He will eat Governor Santis for lunch and spit him out. But I doubt it will come to that.  Iger has more money for lawyers than DeSantis has.

This campaign is just another fake device to raise money and get people to pay attention – the fight between DeSantis and Disney will wind through the courts for years – Iger will make sure that happens – and another governor will find better things to do than torment the biggest employer in his state. This company draws 50 million visitors a year to Florida.

And DeSantis knows this is all theater for short-term gains. This is a political game of checkers. It is all allusion and posturing. Can we not go for it? His outrageous efforts to ban the teaching of race, sex, or gay and transgender life won’t stand up either—more posturing and manipulation.

Undocumented and this illegal immigrants are not overwhelming America or destroying our economy or way of life. The economy is surprisingly resilient; corporations love hiring poor people who can’t sue them but work for anything and demand little. The border problem is genuine and severe but cannot be solved by hysteria and bus treks to Martha’s Vineyard.

Governor DeSantis will not prevail in his Mussolini-style campaign to bully Disney and take over their operations to punish them for disagreeing with him. No conservative or liberal federal court in America will permit him to do that for reasons that should be obvious to anyone awake or sleeping.

The United States or Europe will not abandon Ukraine. Neither political party will embrace that or let it happen. It may be time to start thinking of how diplomacy might end the butchering of so many people—that’ snot the same thing as running away.

And there is no chance that America’s Debt Ceiling will not be raised. Really? Republican and Democratic politicians are going to cut off the hand that feeds and controls them? Corporate money. Are you kidding me.?In case it isn’t yet clear, Marjorie Talyor Greene and Matt Gatz love the money people are sending them. There is no chance they will give that up in exchange for nothing. Extremists are politicians, too, some of the best right now.

I should add that democracy in America is neither doomed nor on the table. We are raucous, diverse, and at the moment, divided country. It has happened before; it will happen again. Democracy is like that, and believe it or not,  democracy is like that. The country’s most significant danger is the takeover of Congress and the media. That threatens our democracy more than the Russians or China ever could.

America is losing its grip on being the world’s most powerful and influential nation. We will have to share. That doesn’t mean we are finished.

But more and more people in America are grasping the real story – white men of all ages struggling to keep their dominance in our world. We didn’t realize how threatened they were and how threatened they feel. It’s their last stand.

Jews, immigrants, and trans people are not the danger; most Americans have already figured that out – we have never been more diverse as a nation – and some have never accepted that and never will.

So that’s my reality check at the moment. If it changes, I will let you know. Fear is the enemy. Don’t let them do that to you. Nothing about the 2024 elections is evident now; they will be soon enough. There is no apocalypse for our country.

I am learning to think for myself. I’m learning to stay out of the fray. I won’t argue my beliefs with strangers online or strangers anywhere else.

Democracy is one of the ugliest forms of governing. It was never pretty. It is also the best one available to us at the moment.

Since politics is so polarized, elections are determined by small numbers of what the media call “moderates” and “independents,” who increasingly decide elections. They are enabled by this by social media and greedy media, both of which profit enormously from extremist rhetoric, invocations of fascism and the collapse of democracy, and the idea that “woke” conspirators, whoever they are, are seeking to transgender our children, replace whites with people of different colors, or operate vast but secret pedophile rings in Washington, New York, and Los Angeles.

Suppose you are a sane and rational person who likes to think for yourself and avoid other people’s labels; how on earth are you supposed to navigate this? Although people are always eager to label me, I am not a member of the left or the right, and I don’t see my politics as “blue” or “red,” as mind-numbing stupid a label as has ever been conceived.

I am not a political writer anymore; I live on a farm in upstate New York and mourn the utterly corporate takeover and collapse of our culture, especially of a media system that often failed but tried to make sense of our country’s civic life in a somewhat detached and rational way.

Reporters left the office to talk to people, and people who were paying attention got a rough but generally rational and truthful idea of what was happening.

This is no longer true. We are on our own.

I’m staying out of the fray but poking my nose in when something needs saying.

Bedlam Farm