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When the time came to choose an animal as my totem/symbol/mascot/friend, I immediately thought of the elephant. Coming from South Africa, this means the African elephant. It was an intuitive impulse at the time but I have felt very much at home with this ever since. My closest experience of elephants was touching a free but human-accustomed young elephant at a game park near Harare, Zimbabwe and being visited very closely by some elephants during an overnight on a game platform in Hwange game park, also in Zimbabwe.
In my view, the finest writing on elephants is an epic poem by Heathcote Williams. Here are some extracts:
On the night of the birth of the Buddha
They're not a little clumsy?
Slow?
...but you wouldn't call them civilised...?
Pregnancy lasts two years -
An elephant's birth is attended by two or three midwives
The baby's first site is of its placental membrane
The herd is a mobile creche and old people's home,
...they will place their trunks
...they bury their dead,
The Aryans of the 1st millennium called the elphant
Anyone in the second coming racket
The shape of an African elephant's ear
Is the shape of Africa;
The shape of an Indian elephant's ear
Is the shape of India...
An elephant entered the dreams of Queen Mahayama his mother...
And Gautama Buddha was consequently patient, strong, meek
And unforgetful
Elephants walk on the tips of their toes.
Elephant paths in the Congo Basin mountains are near vertical.
They can move in total silence without leaving a trace.
The elephant seems unembarrased by its bulk.
They move slowly to protect their vast brain,
With which they can hear subsonic sound...
They can sprint faster than any human, at 30 to 40 mph,
And for longer...
Though their foreplay can last eight days,
And that's very heavy petting,
They can show affection without being instantly possessed
By a desire to get their rocks off on the spot...
And their rocks are no Milk Duds.
(One aberrant jet of elephant sperm
Will feed a forty-foot high anthill
For a year).
Which suggests they've given it a thought...
In the center of a protective circle.
Being tweaked into the air
And flipped away in triumphant relief
Like a giant, flailing frisbee.
And elephants can detect fellow members of their tribe
From a distance of five miles;
Human beings from only two miles;
Which, incidentally,
Makes the human aura three miles weaker.
Into the mouth of an injured companion.
They will altruistically remove stricken fellows
Out of the line of fire.
They will nudge and nurse the wounded to their feet.
They have been known to practise mercy killing.
They will examine corpses extensively:
Scanning the whole body,
Using the dilated tips of their trunks as organic stethoscopes
Almost as if conducting an autopsy to discover how they died...
By covering them with mud earth, leaves and branches;
Then return later to draw the tusks
Removing them several miles away,
Or seizing them and shattering them against a nearby tree,
As if to cheat traders,
And have done so since Herodotus first recorded the ruse.
Mrigi hastin -
The beast with a head-finger,
And with it, elephants can pick up a pin,
Uncork a bottle,
Pull up a tree by the roots,
Detect trip wires and traps,
Doodle in the sand,
Dowse for water underground,
Walk along river beds.
And sense alien presences from miles away...
Could do worse than choose an elephant...
And maybe even come back as a whole herd,
But who are we to know?
[Williams' book Sacred Elephant is presently out of print. Recordings of Williams reading this poem are available at
SpokenWord.
For printed copies of the complete poem in elephantine tabloid edition, try Tony Bennett, Knockabout, 249 Kensall Road, London W10 5DB, England]
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This page is dedicated to my friend, Linda Savjord, who devoted much time, love and energy to realize her dream of having some close time with these great beings.