Coconut Moon

<p>There in the long days of the year or wetnes the talk of Dhingaru or about pigs and pudding, While out in the gardens the women work gathering Yams for the day in the very hot sun-- until rhythm again on the pounding stakes beating the yam, crashing into the yam, utterly routing the yam into yam pudding ~~ [See my excerpt in this thread on cannibalism from Savage Civilisation (Pg 403-404), Harrisson describes how they hang and beat the bodies they intend to eat until the bones are all broken and the body is easier to cut into sections] ~~ with coconut oil all squeezed over it; equals--"laplap." All the time the children eat and are loved; everyone loves them and they are loved; though a kind yellow Presbyterian told me they kill 'em all, heathen, infanticide, cannibals, copulation. "That's all they live for, Sex" he said (wriggleskin) --but stomachs receive attention and they do not think: they are. ~~ [See section in thread titled Boy Friend from SC (pg 409-410), see also their marriage process on 398 where girls are married at 12 and generally consummated at 15. I recall another passage where he says they are married at 9 and consummated generally at 14. Will edit when I find the page) ] ~~ My word it's excellent to be an ARE. Just spit and sit and be Look gaze at flies, snip at fleas, pick out the lice and am. Occasionally look at the non-existent map and will. But will is humour, And suddenly evening, or a joke, Up. Splash bang wetherty pop, in one dark explosion of movement. Where was is? Jumping cannibals. Racing about like idiots in tree tops, running on leaf roots, chase pigs, shoot arrows at nothing, so nutS on Action--until hookworm reclaims the kingship of ecstatic laziness. - "Coconut Moon" in Savage Civilisation by Tom Harrisson, pg 390-391</p>