for Sol Blackwood
Hawaiʻi, 14 February 1779
Captain James Cook’s head
served up at romantic
Valentine’s Day dinner.
No.
Cook was killed1
as karma decreed
for attempted kidnap
of a Chief
then boiled down
for his bones —
seat of a man’s
power.
Even a cannibal
(which they weren’t)
would pull up
at that white colonial long pig.
[Cook is credited by the British with discovery of the great southern land, Terra Australis, now-called-Australia, in 1770—though as history shows, many had found it before, notably the First Nations people who had been living here for around 60-80,000 years, but also seafarers from China, Portugal, Holland and France had discovered various parts of it before Cook arrived at Gadigal (present-day Sydney). Image from https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Captainjamescookportrait.jpg]
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He mapped the shores of Newfoundland, which is where he built up his seamanship before being an ass in the southern hemisphere. There’s a statue of him in Corner Brook, Newfoundland. I walked up a mountain to kick him in the balls. I’d have peed on him, too, but there were kids around.
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Good one Shan!
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Eating a head is not my idea of tasty cuisine……
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Fish heads or at least the eyes are a bit of a delicacy to some
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Please let those people eat my portion!
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Mine too! My dad used to eat the eyes. Not sure if he liked them, didn’t want to waste them, or was trying to shock us lol
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A powerful, provocative poem that confronts colonial history and challenges the myths surrounding Captain Cook. Its sharp tone makes the message unforgettable.
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Thank you Anowar!
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You’re most welcome
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