The immorality of flesh consumption is rarely seen in context with physical and mental ills, in that, it injures health and has a corresponding effect on mind and soul. Think of the pain, desperation and stress, water creatures endure at the fun-end of a hobbyist' hook, let alone the business-end of a fisherman's net.
Observe the hobbyist who beholds his prize. Observe his frenzy when he consumes his catch. Observe his diminishing tenderness; a tenderness with which he should hold regard the beauty of nature and living creatures that share his living space.
In the water recording, Jenny is seen in her last moments as she fights for her life, alone in dead silence and with no one at hand. Hear her silent screams. Hear the thuds as she slams the side of the boat before she succumbs. Her narrative haunts as she cries for husband and brother 'tightlined' minutes earlier, destined to be consumed, not to be admired nor released.
Sabali is Atonement and Taore is in context. Catch•Admire•Release is a motto reneged and atonement is in order. Feeding the fish of Kenyir is a promise, the coming piscatorial adventure undertakes. A promise I made Jenny.
Videography: Rajasingam
Video tools: Olympus (Water) Stylus 720, Mac, iPhoto, iTunes, VisualHub
Audio: Sabali by Rokia Taore
Jenny: A Tightline Piscatorial (Kenyir, Malaysia)
Key to this debate is humanizing your catch and naming her (Jenny) did just that. Juxtaposed with the serenity above water, the events below provide a link, which completes not the cycle of nature, but that of the beast.
ReplyDeleteStep into Jenny's shoes and you will say "Angling is a religion disguised as a hobby. It is a religion of blood, a blood sport which provides impetus to action; most of the time, detrimental ones"
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