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Sunday Picnic
Sunday, every Sunday, let's have a community picnic. It's probably been a long week, and it's lovely to have a few minutes to sit back and relax and enjoy some good conversation in a less formal space. Feel free to bring something for the Picnic Basket - a poem you liked this week, a thought you had or something you experienced, or even something completely unrelated to poetry whatsoever that you just feel like sharing. Just take a moment to say hello, and maybe have a bite to eat; no one is going anywhere fast, and the shade promises some relief from the everyday heat. Let’s get to know each other a bit better, here under the branches of the poet’s tree.
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And it's creepy, isn't it? I think it's the more chilling because her self-interest is so much more fiercely present than in a lot of the tales I've read. It's a self-interest and selfishness that makes up part of the core of the tale as a whole, but it's usually more hidden. For me, part of the power of this poem is in how clearly it illustrates the self-interest of both the selkie in wanting zir skin back and the human for stealing it away in the first place.
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So often when I read a selkie tale, the selkie's desire to return home is always portrayed as a bad and selfish thing, but the human's cruelty and selfishness in taking the selkie away from zir home against zir's wishes gets, at best, ignored.
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