Over the three-day weekend, in between jumping puddles if the predictions for rain are correct, I will post a short video and a couple pictures each day from our visit to the 2009 Oregon State Fair. It will be wrapping up after Labor Day, which is when we normally have attended.....the last day when everything is rather worn out. But this year we went on opening day and found the animals, exhibits, entertainment, and fairway employees all fresh and sparkling with good cheer and even an extra dose of spunk.
Because we headed straight to the animal area that is where we'll begin this abbreviated tour of the fair that is held annually in Salem, Oregon. I've loved the event since the first year I moved to this state and, yes, it does still hold the same excitement for me as it did in 1976, except now there are numerous memories added to the mix and that makes for a rich concoction of emotions.
I hope you enjoy the first video (3:19 in length).
What do animals dream?
-by Yahia Lababidi
Do they dream of past lives and unlived dreams
unspeakably human or unimaginably bestial?
Do they struggle to catch in their slumber
what is too slippery for the fingers of day?
Are there subtle nocturnal intimations
to illuminate their undreaming hours?
Are they haunted by specters of regret
do they visit their dead in drowsy gratitude?
Or are they revisited by their crimes
transcribed in tantalizing hieroglyphs?
Do they retrace the outline of their wounds
or dream of transformation, instead?
Do they tug at obstinate knots
inassimilable longings and thwarted strivings?
Are there agitations, upheavals or mutinies
against their perceived selves or fate?
Are they free of strengths and weaknesses peculiar
to horse, deer, bird, goat, snake, lamb or lion?
Are they ever neither animal nor human
but creature and Being?
Do they have holy moments of understanding
deep in the seat of their entity?
Do they experience their existence more fully
relieved of the burden of wakefulness?
Do they suspect, with poets, that all we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream?
Or is it merely a small dying
a little taste of nothingness that gathers in their mouths?