Helen Macdonald

H Is for Hawk

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    Evgenia Shuyskayahas quoted4 years ago
    At its heart was a willed loss of control. You pour your heart, your skill, your very soul, into a thing – into training a hawk, learning the form in racing or the numbers in cards – then relinquish control over it. That is the hook. Once the dice rolls, the horse runs, the hawk leaves the fist, you open yourself to luck, and you cannot control the outcome.
    Evgenia Shuyskayahas quoted4 years ago
    Mabel held her wings out from her sides, her head snaking, reptilian, eyes glowing. It felt like I was holding the bastard offspring of a flaming torch and an assault rifle.
    Evgenia Shuyskayahas quoted4 years ago
    Flying a hawk free is always scary. It is where you test these lines. And it’s not a thing that’s easy to do when you’ve lost trust in the world, and your heart is turned to dust.
    Mariana Azcárraga Quizahas quoted3 months ago
    The kind of madness I had was different. It was quiet, and very, very dangerous. It was a madness designed to keep me sane.
    Mariana Azcárraga Quizahas quoted3 months ago
    Here’s a word. Bereavement. Or, Bereaved. Bereft. It’s from the Old English bereafian, meaning ‘to deprive of, take away, seize, rob’. Robbed. Seized. It happens to everyone. But you feel it alone.
    Mariana Azcárraga Quizahas quoted3 months ago
    Their existence gives the lie to the thought that the wild is always something untouched by human hearts and hands. The wild can be human work.
    Myhrra Dohertyhas quoted4 months ago
    By skilfully training a hunting animal, by closely associating with it, by identifying with it, you might be allowed to experience all your vital, sincere desires, even your most bloodthirsty ones, in total innocence. You could be true to yourself
    Myhrra Dohertyhas quoted4 months ago
    He wonders if this is the most important book he’s ever written. Not because it will make his fortune. But because it will save him.
    Myhrra Dohertyhas quoted4 months ago
    the countryside wasn’t just something that was safe for White to love: it was a love that was safe to write about. It took me a long time to realise how many of our classic books on animals were by gay writers who wrote of their relationships with animals in lieu of human loves of which they could not speak.
    Myhrra Dohertyhas quoted4 months ago
    But the countryside wasn’t just something that was safe for White to love: it was a love that was safe to write about. It took me a long time to realise how many of our classic books on animals were by gay writers who wrote of their relationships with animals in lieu of human loves of which they could not speak. Gavin Maxwell’s
    Myhrra Dohertyhas quoted4 months ago
    Like White I wanted to cut loose from the world, and I shared, too, his desire to escape to the wild, a desire that can rip away all human softness and leave you stranded in a world of savage, courteous despair
    Myhrra Dohertyhas quoted4 months ago
    She wrote to her friend William Maxwell:

    His sewing basket with an unfinished hawk-hood, his litter of fishing-flies, his books, his awful ornaments presented by his hoi polloi friends, his vulgar toys bought at Cherbourg Fairs, his neat rows of books on flagellation – everything was there, defenceless as a corpse. And so was he, suspicious, morose, and determined to despair. I have never felt such an imminent haunt.

    An imminent haunt. Her
    Myhrra Dohertyhas quoted4 months ago
    He wonders if this is the most important book he’s ever written. Not because it will make his fortune. But because it will save him
    Myhrra Dohertyhas quoted4 months ago
    And the solitude of the pilot in the spy-plane, seeing everything, touching nothing, reading The Once and Future King fifty thousand feet above the clouds – that makes my heart break, just a little, because of how lonely that is, and because of some things that have happened to me, and because T. H. White was one of the loneliest men alive
    Myhrra Dohertyhas quoted4 months ago
    line written by the poet Marianne Moore: The cure for loneliness is solitude. And the solitude of the pilot in the spy
    Myhrra Dohertyhas quoted4 months ago
    Here’s a word. Bereavement. Or, Bereaved. Bereft. It’s from the Old English bereafian, meaning ‘to deprive of, take away, seize, rob’. Robbed. Seized. It happens to everyone. But you feel it alone. Shocking loss isn’t to be shared, no matter how hard you try. ‘Imagine,’ I said, back then, to some friends, in an earnest attempt to explain, ‘imagine your whole family is in a room. Yes, all of
    Myhrra Dohertyhas quoted4 months ago
    Their existence gives the lie to the thought that the wild is always something untouched by human hearts and hands. The wild can be human work
    Myhrra Dohertyhas quoted4 months ago
    They fit this strange Breckland landscape to perfection, because their history is just as human
    Myhrra Dohertyhas quoted4 months ago
    There are ghosts here: houses crumble inside numbered blocks of pine forestry. There
    Ritahas quoted3 years ago
    I learned that hardening the heart was not the same as not caring.
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