What was the last live performance you saw?
Depends on how you define performance, doesn’t it? Here’s one from a couple of days ago. I left the lid of my pot of wildflower honey slightly open and, guess what? This is what I saw inside. Actually, there were fourteen of them. Some ran for it. Some were so absorbed that they just lay there, inebriated. I grabbed my cell phone and took this shot.
It could have been a video. The seven that fled, it might have been eight, looked like a broken line of can-can girls fleeing from the Moulin Rouge. But look at the color of that honey. Such a rich, warming gold. It was, quite simply, one of the best honeys I have ever tasted. And I have to say, that I cannot blame the ants for invading such a honey-trap paradise.
The live performance was the running, fleeing, burying into the honey, and wild whimpering of the ants. Then, when I squished them, it was their feeble twitching, followed by their gradual submission to a force majeur.
The Nature of Art and the Art of Nature – a live performance, followed by a still life. A nature morte, as they say in French, or a naturaleza muerta, as the Spanish say. On the bright side, I like to think that they found their land of milk and honey, their earthly paradise, before they met their tragic end.
rogermoorepoet 
This reminds me of the children’s book, Two Bad Ants. The ants go on an adventure to the kitchen in search of sugar for their queen.
I love your interpretation of live performance. We all get a front row seat to nature’s living, breathing performance every day!
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I remember that one -two bad ants, indeed. This was a whole fifteen a side rugby team of ants off for a bad and undisciplined weekend. And a great time they had, too.
Thanks for commenting. I have been very quiet recently.
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Wonderfully entertaining post!
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Oh, Roger! This is the best, most entertaining essay you’ve written in some time. It was delightful. If one can anthropomorphize–see me verbifying everything!–our dear ants, I can certainly picture them, drunk in the land of milk and honey. I am confident they spent their last moments ✨️ happy. Thanks again for sharing this written pleasure. Cheers, Chuck
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Thanks, Chuck!
Sometimes these things click sometimes they don’t. Discourse Analysis – a development of Bertrand Russell’s The Meaning of Meaning – is a fine literary and critical tool, as is Logical Positivism.
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