Deloris Jaguer is assigned to investigate The Beasthood which many women declare exist. In her search—through various evidence presented—to find the truth, she discovers more about herself and the literal meaning of The Beasthood.
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The Beasthood excerpt:
Prelude
I am the prosecutor who has brought this story to the attention of the public, who will give you the physical evidence to prove the truth of the Beasthood, who will have you see the thing beyond the media’s perception as something science fiction. Let the press mock the story and give the exposure, I will give another view to allow people to decide for themselves. This story begins in a court room on June 21, 2010, where girls have come forth to expose the Beasts. The press has entitled the scandal, “To All Beast, We’re Aware of You,” with these wondrous lines attached:
In the course of defending Beasthood, the defense fails in proving the beast is tame. The letters smelled out causes for more to rise up against the beast and his rule. Letters mature into a coffin, suggesting neither can live without the other while killing each other. Those automatic writings and sketches by pencil or crayon etch out what a beast could never have. Coincidence confides in the hand, and at times the feet: a stirring heats from sole to soul, or from toes to dendrites. That one tear that falls is all it takes for the jury to weave their necks around the trunks so heavily planted by the defense (of course they were barren—everything is always black and white). Don’t be confused by the edged-coloring. “The beast is tame,” denies the prosecutor; “Watch the girl scrawl against the bottle beating in her chest.” Who can hear the child climbing out into bodily change that the mind cannot keep up with? “Let the Beast out!” the girl cries, but the wood absorbs her words.
Beast is tame in the past and in the future, the defense would have us believe. But, to what beast does the defense contribute tameness? Words unwritten on black lines unbinding the social construct of dialogue, or history and science untying skirt laces to make future? These are the questions we must ask; or is there still a question floating airlessly beyond the tongue tip because too many are afraid to equate it? Such as, what does one eye see that the other doesn’t or can the left hand actually do without the other knowing? Or, what mind is in control? Yes, these are questions to be asked as well, and the last question that cannot be forbidden: does color give clarity or blur the now distant reality?
I’ve forgotten to show you that the jury, in their snail-gnawed shine and loose jaws, is wobbling to swallow without tongue or fluid. What does this trial search for among the buried? Not a single dead can speak to discourse of confusion made by a trap. Occasionally, there’s a crack in the cage, and a little of what can’t be spoken awakes with a pencil and a blank sheet. But the blood can’t be forgotten; it isn’t all gone, not yet. If it doesn’t run through walking flesh, it runs through wormed-soil and clubbed-feet snaking down to the source. The dead have broken the code without lead in hand.
The defense, though shaken by that tear, gives notice to the dead that all of us carry a beast; such as the male Beast that he has us stare at. He notes: “Notice the Beast in his search for the mate so needed, and yet so distant. What possession does the mate have over the Beast and why is the mate unwilling to possess the possessive?”
The by-product of believing the Beast is tame is the unconscious searching for the coincident and the release of automation to squeeze tighter the logic with the senseless, the smell to the object, the vision to virtual reality walked in, slept in, and eaten in. How many spleens and intestines must be pulled out to see the lie engraved on the word Beast; on the word tame? Does either have meaning in birth or death? We are born beast and die tame, I’ve heard it said; but it also can be said that we are born tame and die beast because we are separate from nature by our own nature to tame the Beast. In doing so, we bury part of us.
The defense goes back to those letters to show the tame ways, but the prosecutor asks, “When letters are read by those not intended, or written to the dead, what is the difference?” I have an answer for the defense (for this isn’t what he’ll agree to but should): Both have fallen upon no understanding, and gain knowledge without an apple core so needed to plant deep in the soil mulched by beetles and paws and noses.
But we as the viewer cannot forget to ask about the witness’s involvement with Beast and tameness. She has concealed her own true nature, snaring many in her timeless life. Is she a product of herself or of others—namely male? Does she service the female or the males by sitting on the white line that divides the crevice in steepness? Is she a woman, a Beast, or neither? She is more than the lion or tiger in wait. She is part of us and not of us, she is there and not there, she exists and doesn’t exist, she encompasses everything that all wisdom fails to find; she is past, present, and future in the now. But aren’t we all?
I’m unable to directly answer all the questions I have asked—I don’t know you, and know you all too well to even suggest an answer for you. There will always be a part known only to the heavens (the cosmos, the stars, the planets, the gaseous bulbous fluid balled into itself). It’s funny, that girl with the tear knows more than you and me!
I’ve given you the facts as they are in this court about whether the beast is tame. I can suggest (so you may answer the questions I’ve left unanswered) that you view your dog or cat, your horse or cow, yourself and mate against bookends, and sketch the unknown. It may define whether the beast is tame; and if it doesn’t, don’t worry about it, all of this doesn’t mean a thing; nor the colors protruding (or escaping) focus. ~ Deloris Jaguer
After Ms Jaguer’s wonderful view of this scandal, I enlisted her to follow along and to investigate. These are the findings brought to the courtroom, posted on Ms Jaguer’s blog, or published in the local newspaper.
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