Echidnas ardrey and peckinpah

Aug 2009
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George Town Tasmania Australia
My wife likes to listen to the radio while she falls into sleep at night. The radio often stays on until morning. So it is that when going to sleep or waking-up at night I often hear the stuff on this chirping box. Last night I heard a story about the sex life of echidnas, a mammal which inhabits the island state of Tasmania in Australia where I live. This prose-poem will not outline in detail the mating habits of this member of the mammal family or, rather, the mammalia class, montremeata order and tachyglossidae family.

Readers here can google in fine detail what scientists have discovered in the last four years (2007-2011) about these randy little chaps who often engage in group sex. Those humans who would like to explain, or perhaps justify, their own sexual proclivities outside the bonds and bounds of faithfulness, outside what is still the normative monogamous nuclear family structure dominating our civilization, can turn to this egg-laying mammal who diverged, according to the fossil record, from the platypus about 25 MYA who was the last common ancestor about 160 MYA.1

I could not help but reflect on my exposure in the 1960s and 1970s to: African Genesis(1961) and The Territorial Imperative(1967), two of Robert Ardrey's(1908-1980) most widely read works, Konrad Lorenz’s On Aggression (1966), Desmond Morris' The Naked Ape (1967), and Erich Fromm’s The Anatomy of Human Destructiveness (1973). These books were key elements in the public discourse in the 1960s and early 1970s on the subject of the origins of and the explanations for conflict. Of course, as in most subjects outside the most popular of popular culture, these books were read and discussed only by a coterie. The anthropological assumptions on the Stone Age roots of human aggression, indeed, the entire intellectual milieux that examined aggressiveness and conflict in the human species both in history and in contemporary society was part of the immense backdrop in the social sciences and humanities for my work as a teacher and tutor, lecturer and editor in the 1970s.

By the time I began teaching in high schools and post-secondary educational institutions in Australia in the years 1972 to 1974, and engaging in that embryonic community-building in/for the Baha’i Faith in the dry outposts of South Australia,2 these books had become part of that ongoing dialogue. But like most dialogue in the last half of the 20th century in which I grew into the various phases of adulthood, the lance and parry became increasingly complex. Perhaps that dialogue always was complex, but my life of memory did not begin until 1947.


Did these books and these writers have things to say to help explain the anti-authoritarianism of the new generations of students I came into contact with by the 1960s? As a teacher of trainee-teachers in Tasmania, and then of other students training for different professions, I drew on these books, albeit in a cursory fashion because I was a generalist teaching many subjects in the humanities. Ardrey's ideas notably influenced many others: Arthur C. Clarke and Stanley Kubrick in the development of 2001: A Space Odyssey, as well as American filmmaker Sam Peckinpah(1925-1984) who made the Western epic The Wild Bunch (1969).3 –Ron Price with thanks to 1“Echidna’s Sex Life Under Study,” Science Daily, 28 August 2007, 2 especially the port-city of Whyalla, and 3Wikipedia, 12 January 2011.

The sex life of echidnas has resulted
in this prose-poetic reflection on half
a century of living and reading, & of
teaching and my sex life, a little of…
Audrey and Lorenz, of Morris and
Fromm with a touch of Kubrick &
Peckinpah thrown-in just for good
measure. It has been a wild bunch
of years, of decades, right back to
my first memory in 1947 in a wet-
spring in southern Ontario with the
mud-pie and mechano-toy making
things tidy and even as I have been
trying to do ever-since over more
than sixty years into the evening of
my life and, I’m sure, the syllables
of my recorded time still yet to live.

Ron Price
12 January 2011
 
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Mar 2011
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Rhondda, Cymru
It seems to me that, for capitalism to survive, we HAVE, despite all the evidence, to pretend to be pigs or whatever other animal we prefer to project its insanity onto. In practice, clearly, people survive through an extremely powerful co-operative tendency, habit or even 'instinct', and we therefore lie to please those who run things, as we always have. Has Bahai a view thereon? It's not my thing.
 
Mar 2009
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It seems to me that, for capitalism to survive, we HAVE, despite all the evidence, to pretend to be pigs or whatever other animal we prefer to project its insanity onto. In practice, clearly, people survive through an extremely powerful co-operative tendency, habit or even 'instinct', and we therefore lie to please those who run things, as we always have. Has Bahai a view thereon? It's not my thing.
Yeah yeah we hear you! Will we ever go from " capitalism" to some dream world. I doubt it. Since I like it and you hate it it works out. I live here and you are stuck looking for something you like better.:rolleyes:
 
Mar 2011
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Rhondda, Cymru
Yeah yeah we hear you! Will we ever go from " capitalism" to some dream world. I doubt it. Since I like it and you hate it it works out. I live here and you are stuck looking for something you like better.:rolleyes:

Capitalism is extremely new in evolutionary terms, and is destroying the environment so fast that I'd suggest we'll move out of it into the total elimination of humanity withing two hundred years. Enjoy! :)
 
Mar 2009
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Capitalism is extremely new in evolutionary terms, and is destroying the environment so fast that I'd suggest we'll move out of it into the total elimination of humanity withing two hundred years. Enjoy! :)
Maybe humanity should be eliminated. Just a thought.;)
 
Mar 2011
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Rhondda, Cymru
Maybe humanity should be eliminated. Just a thought.;)

D.H.Lawrence was mad keen on that idea: he fancied a world given over to rabbits, as I recollect - but capitalism gave 'em myxomatosis, unfortunately! :) So it goes!
 
Nov 2020
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New Amsterdam
Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast heaven to hell so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labours left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labours of men that as a result of the labours unfinished of Testew and Cunard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labours of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard left unfinished it is established what many deny that man in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that man in brief in spite of the strides of alimentation and defecation is seen to waste and pine waste and pine and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicilline and succedanea in a word I resume and concurrently simultaneously for reasons unknown to shrink and dwindle in spite of the tennis I resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell to shrink and dwindle I resume Fulham Clapham in a word the dead loss per head since the death of Bishop Berkeley being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head approximately by and large more or less to the nearest decimal good measure round figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in Connemara in a word for reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and considering what is more much more grave that in the light of the labours lost of Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave that in the light the light the light of the labours lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water running fire the air is the same and than the earth namely the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull to shrink and waste and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labours abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard (mêlée, final vociferations) tennis… the stones… so calm… Cunard… unfinished…”
 
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