The Earth Is Not Flat

Dogs Of Ice

80 Dogs of Ice What after all is necessary Will we know it when it’s in our hands we started with 52 dogs no abnormal strain Helge, Mylius, Uroa in splendid condition Jimmy Pigg, Bones, Nobby hardly animal the eyes the mirror a living soul joy sorrow gratitude scruples Not forgetting ambition and desire Not forgetting the ability to eat one’s own Scott and his comrades were their own dogs to get the dogs to obey cost us a wet shirt Odin, Thor, Lurvin ravenous dogs devoured whips lashings ebonite points plaintive howls on the march I did not would not understand Thinking about blinding light blue snow A land by international accord empty of dogs 81 we had to chain Rex, Lasse in any case we had to reach 82° S I have pursued my own way my own desires I did not would not understand the whip lost its terrors crowded together heads out of the way the body did not matter There is the body I have held in my hands Old now, blood moving under my palms such endurance to equal What must be given up leaning against my knees tail waving He returned with eleven dogs flogged home grown fond the dog has not understood his master Who among us understands what drives us the master has not understood his dog 82 Under my hands blood and breath moving Eyes a living soul her flesh beloved as any holiday humour ought to have prevailed when we cut him open his chest was one large abscess I haven’t even understood myself Beginning with an erasure from Amundsen, with a little Cherry-Garrard ...