Here is a series I just completed. It was inspired by traditional Chinese ink paintings but with a modern flare. Please enjoy.
Posted byAidan Bodeo-Lomicky
Posted onDecember 3, 2013
Like a web,
devoured my soul.
With invisible hands,
gouged my body.
Like a whirlpool,
sucked me in;
stabbing me with knives,
wrapping me up.
I rolled to escape
but it was no use.
stopped my heart.
Thanks to Ellen DeGeneres for talking about the critical issue of fishing net entanglement on her show. You can watch her interview with Captain Dave Anderson here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DlIPKvYJ04&sns=em. If you find an entangled or injured ocean animal, call your nearby agency: http://www.savethewhales.org/strandingsD-2.html.
INAPESCA promotes the use of the experimental trawl net (RSN-INP-MEX) as part of the efforts to protect the Vaquita. This net has been tested since 2008 in the Upper Gulf of California.
A Vaquita inhales the ripe sea air,
Causing a scare.
After a pause he rolls into the deep.
Downward he creeps.
Through the kelp and grass he winds to and fro,
Swiftly he goes.
He locates and chases a huge plump grunt.
He’s on the hunt.
He catches the fish and travels due west;
He does not rest.
Caught in a trap, he whines, wiggles, and frets.
Conquered by net, conquered by net.
A very well-written article completely about the Vaquita can be found in the new issue of Audubon Magazine! It is called “Safety Net”. Please purchase the magazine at a local bookstore, or check it out at http://www.audubonmagazine.org/articles/conservation/safety-net-0. This article is extremely vital to the Vaquita.
The sea rose, engulfing the boat.
Water pouring in, twas impossible to float.
Lightning pounding, thunder resounding,
The clouds came rolling in,
Like a field of wheat in the breeze.
Finally, it was time to begin.
I unrolled the nets, set out the floats,
Baited the trap, and then let go.
About this story I have wrote
To inform you, one who has found my boat,
That on this day, a small porpoise got trapped in my nets.
Going shrimping on this day is an action I regret.
No one should set out their nets.
I swim in a place where fish float by.
Croakers, grunts, and shrimps you fry.
Silky sea grass below, shiny sun above,
But the Gulf isn’t a place filled with much love.
You catch us with nets set out for shrimp,
And at the moment of impact, our bodies go limp.
Our entire kind is quickly disappearing.
The weight of an entire species we’re bearing.
But the one thing we care about most:
Vaquita don’t have to say “Adiós”.