Tuesday, April 27, 2010

And Your Little Dog, Too.


We will all be held responsible.

I won't be the exception.

Despite my protestations.


Temple Grandin is the expert in designing slaughterhouses for pigs, sheep, and cattle. Autistic, she discovered the benefits of jamming her body into the metal restraints used to hold calves for immunizations and castrations.

The pressure on her made her feel calmer.


Designing a more humane path to destruction. Is it a good thing, or a horror?

Or a little bit of both?


I think you'll know my answer.


I have a hard heart. I have hard hands and a hard head to go with them. I can do the required thing, though difficult and unpleasant.

I have a long experience with it.

Maybe I am a kind of a monster.

Maybe that is what I am, though I protest it.


Is there a difference between a monster, and what a monster does?

I doubt it.


Ask those to whom it is done.

There you will find your answer.


That which is good within me only serves to condemn me the more.





Anonymous Anonymous said...

yeah - been there they done
that - will we live to tell?
who can say

They don't listen to me - just at me.


10:53 PM  
Blogger melissashook said...

I've read Temple Grandin's books...and also saw an exhibit of her plans for the slaughter houses. Yes, I think its' better for the animals, but this leads to a thousand questions...about what cattle are fed, about the hormones they are given (terrible!), about the quantity of meat Americans eat, about fast food, cheap food, additives and fillers.... about becoming a vegetarian and about sustainability.
But what was wonderful about the exhibit was being able to sit in one of the chairs she'd designed, an upholstered thing with arms that enclosed the sitter..you stepped on a something near the front, floor, to open the arms, sat down, released it and were enclosed...they came around around upper arm height and just felt wonderful. I could have sat there for hours... I think there were three of them, different patterns of cloth, a little duffy and conventional looking in that way and so interesting.
thanks, dishwasher...

2:58 AM  
Anonymous nursemyra said...

Temple is a very strange and interesting person

2:53 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...

I think I need to read her. God forbid. And Your Little Dog Too is brilliant as usual and your art every single time without fail pries open something in me that needs prying no matter.

I am monster too. But I have lived with worse monsters so I measure it up and I come out on the plus side.

We all are I guess. When you dig deep enough. I think those who hide or deny it are the worst.

Man Animal Animal Man. I don't know why I can't let go of it. It's become my religion.

I should have been named Temple.


4:04 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


Thanks for popping in. Hope all is well.


That sounds like a strange piece of furniture. But there's something to the idea of restraint and holding pressure that can be reassuring, I guess.


The best thing is how she's made her strangeness into a real expression of her soul, instead of trying to be normal.

A lesson in there for us all, huh?

Radish, dear Radish-

I have to be truthful and say that you were a big part of this piece. For some reason I can't think of Dorothy without thinking of you, and you were looking over my shoulder the whole time I was working on it.

Love you all, thanks for stopping in!

5:50 PM  
Blogger Mim said...

Temple Grandin has invented a way to calm the animals before they are slaughtered but I wish they were not raised to be slaughtered. I'm for lentils.

When I was a kid my grandmother used to take me to the live chicken market where a ritual slaughter would kill a chicken for us. This was a kosher market. We gazed at the chickens; my grandmother chose one; the slaughter prayed over the bird, recognizing we were taking a life, and killed it quickly with one slice. We saw everything. If you are going to eat meat, that's how it should be done. I'm going for lentils.

Monsters in us: we all are capable of doing terrible things. We're in it together, dear Tearful. For the heart to melt it needs fire.

10:08 AM  
Blogger Mim said...

I miss your posts,


7:43 AM  

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