April 18, 2014
My life is a bestiary~
What does that mean?
I bought this lion from a street vendor on Calle Alcalá in Oaxaca last night. Wooden comb, bookmark and blusa vendors appear daily but this was the first time I had seen this particular man from the Mixteca and his precious handmade animals. There was even a billy goat with a fringe beard.
I was partial to the lion and now it is mine. I’ve named him Priam. I let Priam, the lion, roam free; he is not caged.
Priam reminds me of “Felinos” by Juan José Arreola. You can read a fragment of it here:
If you want more beasts, grab a copy of the entire book Bestiario. You won’t regret it, especially if your life is a bestiary like mine.