Dawg and I went for a walk in the park Sunday and we happened upon a dead goat. A ritual. So very unprecariously placed. Laid out and arranged with such purpose. Eyes wide open. Calm, unharmed in spirit. But picked clean. That is someone’s worship. My worship is to capture the image.
I felt completely fine with taking the photos, because I secretly have an interest in taking photos of death, but when it came to putting the photos online I was so worried about you, the observer, what would happen if you saw them or you and your child were casually viewing my set and stumbled upon the images… but in the end I felt like I owed it to that goat to pass on his personal sacrifice. So, here are the images, uploaded only to my blog:
For a hi-res photo go see Dawg’s flickr.
That is somewhat peculiar.
Wow.
I’m so confused. Was this in New York? A random dead goat in pieces in a plastic bag? Wow.
Cheese and crackers, I am horrified. Does that happen often in the park? Yikes.
Yeah, for some reason, that stuff doesn’t bother me much. I even find it fascinating, too.
Forest Park in Queens. My fist time there. I don’t know if it’s normal.
At least it wasn’t in total decay… and at least it wasn’t a headless chicken.
Gotta love the local Satan worshippers.
They make shit interesting.
I know there is some Mexican feast that is celebrated with a goat… we have a friend who raises them for meat and he sells them to the locals who are celebrating. Can’t remember the name of the celebration, tho’. Oh, well. I’m surprised they left the carcass however. Hrm…
It could’ve been worse, like a dead person! Even though I would’ve found that interesting as well…
What the hell? Stupid Satan worshipers don’t even think of one second about cleaning up the frikken bags?
I guess I’m weird cuz I have more of a problem with them leaving those bags there to take 45929282828 years to decompose.
Still, poor cute little goat.
Totally wasn’t my people…we don’t kill animals for ritual….although we have them present to offer up (STILL ALIVE AND UNHARMED) in thanks to the Goddess and God. My theory that was some idiot satanic thing.
Worst part is? People will automatically assume it was witchcraft *sigh*
I hope the goat’s spirit is at peace. Now I have to go say a prayer for it.
Poppy goes to the zombie petting zoo.
I was with Adam. WTH? I thought it was Central Park and I was wondering if people happened upon those things often in Central Park. I mean, you don’t hear of it on the news or anything, but who knows, y’know? Crazy!
It’s really unclear? “Walk in the park” is clickable… it goes to a set labelled “Forest Park”. Forest Park is not the same as Central.
My bad. I didn’t click the link to see that it said “Forest park”. I just jumped to the wrong conclusion.
Yeah, it was that unclear. The link just goes to a set and only if you go to the set itself do you see the name of the park. I opted not to look at more dead goat so I didn’t want to click on the link.
Shelli, I understand.
Adam… I cannot believe you used that as your defense, considering the words of my post.
I CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVE TO RECAP MY OWN BLOG POST.
JEsus, I should just stop writing words.
You don’t have to recap it, just give the details! The only way to know what park would be to click on the Flickr set, which I didn’t want to do.
That’s very interesting stuff. (People think I’m weird because we like to walk through the cemeteries and see headstones and really, it’s all about history. And the fact that I wanted to see my father cremated (because I figured they wouldn’t let me see any old joe having it done) made a lot of my family want to institutionalize me.
To some it’s sick. To some it’s art. And to others it’s just plain fascinating.
You’re in luck! I’m a goat whisperer. I can tell you what the goat was trying to tell you as you happened upon him and were snapping the pictures.
Here’s how it happened:
You: Dawg I so incredibly love you I think we sh
Dawg: OMG! LOOK AT THAT DEAD GOAT!
You: Dawg, come on, I’m trying to tell yo
You: EEEEEEEEK!
Dawg: Holy f*cking cow
You: goat
Dawg: yeah, holy f*cking goat
You: Should we take a picture?
Dawg: It would last longer
You: I hate your puns sometimes. You remind me of whall, but in a bad way
Dawg: Whatever. Yeah, let’s take a picture.
You: Really? should we?
Dawg: We need some blog fodder.
You: Ick. I wonder what happened to him?
Goat: you shoulda seen the other guy.
Poor thing. Very poignant picture of its head.
J.
That is odd. A strange sight indeed.
what the….
WOW!! That was so AWESOME!! Perusing comments to find that… I am the only one who reacted that way. Except maybe Sybil.
Aaaawkward.
Most awesome comment award:
BelchSpeak said…
Poppy goes to the zombie petting zoo.
The longer I look at picture 1, the more I expect it to look up and say BOO…or beehahrains [slurp, slurp].
Awwww, poor little goat.
That would scare me to death if I happened upon that. Both because of my disgust at what they did to that poor animal, and also at the scary negative energy that must be floating around that place.