From high in the Tower of Flints the owls inviolate in their stone galleries cried inhumanly, or falling into the windy darkness set sail on muffled courses for their hunting grounds.

Mervyn Peake
Titus Groan

Consider the subtleness of the sea; how its most dreaded creatures glide under water, unapparent for the most part, and treacherously hidden beneath the loveliest tints of azure. Consider also the devilish brilliance and beauty of many of its most remorseless tribes, as the dainty embellished shape of many species of sharks. Consider, once more, the universal cannibalism of the sea; all whose creatures’ prey upon each other, carrying on eternal war since the world began.

Consider all this; and then turn to the green, gentle, and most docile earth; consider them both, the sea and the land; and do you not find a strange analogy to something in yourself? For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half-known life. God keep thee! Push not off from that isle, thou canst never return!”

Herman Melville
Moby Dick

You were conceived on a hunting stand, they say.

Which means: We had no other place.

The homestead is full of my mother’s siblings. On the stove, a pot of potato chow big enough to feed twenty. See my mother, back roughed against the wooden platform in the trees. See my father, finger on the trigger — in case.

You have to gut a moose right away, they say, or the meat rots in its skin.

Which means: We couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

The night of my making, my father shot a moose through the eye, through the skull and brain and bone, through to the other side. My mother found the red-tipped bullet in the summered dirt. They keep it on the mantle next to a sepia photo — them steering the rack of the dead bull.

They say, you came into the world with a bang.

Which means: Do something to deserve us.

Melinda Moustakis

hunting for you

October 31, 2018

I’ll be screaming through the afterlife. I’ll be hunting for you, buried under flowers.

Chelsea Wolfe
Two Spirit

Hunting and sex…

June 18, 2015


“In connection with this last variant, we may well remember that an analogy between hunting and sex has a recognized importance in many cultures. Often a single word simultaneously means “hunting an animal” and “sexual coupling”; in his study of the symbolism of ritual hunting among the Ndembu of North Rhodesia, V. Turner has shown that the same ritual symbol (a plant in this case) could represent “restoration of female fertility” and “successful hunting,” or in turn “discovery of children” and “discovery of animals.””

Philippe Borgeaud
The Cult of Pan in Ancient Greece