Vidhya:	This seems like a good example of Saïd refers to as 'othering' – setting oneself apart from the rest of the world.
Jules:	C'mon! It's just a poem about squid. Why the friggin' exegesis?
Ning:	Each time we 'other' something, we also lose something of ourselves.

Squid uvular ink bottle floating in the deep mobile jet propulsion lab buoyant delicacy undulating ribbon of terror blue-blooded diaphanous dart fish robber never surfacing sleek bobber contracting & expanding chromatophores dance silently in the dark till a predator draws near snap! snap! without the luxury of worry once again we're at Death's Lap

[MAIN] [ . . . ] [25] [26] [27] [28] [29] [30] [31] [32] [33] [ . . . ]

Hear the author read this poem.
[196 K /.WMA file]

Copyright (c) 1997, 2008 by T Newfields
www.tnewfields.info/BlueEarth/squid.htm

Jules:	Some of my best friends are squids.
Andrei:	Aren't not most politicians in zhat genus?
Philyra:	Yep. Utterly spineless – but adept at squirting ink.
Ellesha:	Sober up & stop othering government leaders. For the most part, we create our own monsters . . .there are plenty of squids inside of us.