In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

In Love With Cicadas 

I've never seen or heard one in "real" life—as far as I know. But after seeing these photographs by Kerrdelune, I have decided I am in love and want to go see them and listen to them. I had no idea they were in Ontario. I thought they were a Southern (U.S.) phenom.

I must find out more.
Posted by: Kim Antieau / 7/27/2006 12:36:00 PM
2 comments

2 Comments:

Trust me, you wouldn't want to live with one. When I was a child we had them in our trees in the back yard. They are LOUD. Like gas-powered yard equipment loud. And they don't ever stop. They just scree on and on and on at top volume.

When it got too bad, I'd go out and spray them with the garden hose... just to encourage them to move on and torture someone else.

PS Glad you are enjoying the Pronoia book.

By Anonymous Venecia, at 7:36 AM  

Hi Kim, I know, long time no talk, I'd somehow lost the link to your blog in one of our many moves - I think after Ireland. Lucia sent me the link about your new book. Congratualations!!!

I had to comment on the cicada post. We HAVE them here in Southern Illinois. While somedays there're on all day, and all night, and if all night they're right outside your window, at other times they all turn on at once, from silence to metallic roar all in one second.

Like your respondent venecia, I'm prone to spraying the tree when they're too annoying to sleep.

By Anonymous Debbie, at 9:13 PM  

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