The Hare that Wouldnt Box

Everyone knew but her. Accessories matching the gender, a princess stretch headband and pink girly necklace, was placed on the rabbit before stuffing inside the box. At her shower she had to crank the handle and get surprised by the pop up and then surprised again by the baby's gender. Afterwards it became part of the nursery decor. It was also to be a toy for her daughter, but it's so adorable she's afraid it will get broken. If you are going to buy any kind of jack-in-the-box, this is the cutest one you could possibly buy. I'm finding that other reviews I read before purchasing this were accurate.

The first one I received was dented, and the music skipped notes. The dents weren't terribly obvious and didn't bother me that much, but I really wanted the music to sound better. Visually, the toy is absolutely adorable, so I returned the first one and ordered another. The second one arrived without dents and the music plays properly, but it doesn't always pop at the appropriate time. Most of the time it does, but it's a bit erratic. I think it is so cute, that I am keeping this one anyway. If it doesn't get played with, it will make a very cute decoration in my granddaughter's room.

I am giving this to my granddaughter for Easter. At 17 months, I'm pretty sure she will need help packing the bunny back down in the box, but I still think it is a cute Easter gift. And when you grow up in an Irish suburb in the seventies, you may as well be in a suburb of Toronto or Phoenix. Irish writers maybe have a slight edge because of the way we fucking mangle the English language. We have no rules for it. Human beings need stories as much as they need beer and trousers and hats and food and shelter.

You hear early humans likely discovered fire a million years ago. In terms of Irish writing, we must never underestimate the effect of days of rain a year. Maybe people are trying to escape the suburbs psychologically.

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Cheever made them mythic. Nothing as eerie as walking around a suburb at 4 a. Those moments stay with you, in the sodium light. Does that shape your work? I remember talking once to a bunch of American students. And they were stunned and horrified to learn that Ireland has suburbs. Even though so many of us in Ireland grow up in the suburbs, they almost never show up in Irish literature. But Irish suburban life has almost never been done. The working-class cities, Limerick and Cork—that language has never appeared in Irish literature.

I tried to bring some of it into City of Bohane. I hate the word resource applied in any way to literature or art, but it is a resource. I picture the Oxford English Dictionary sinking into a Gaelic bog. A high-low style seems to come easily to you, like a tune on the air. Saul Bellow in the fifties, with Augie March , trying to do Chicago street talk but the literary fucking high style as well, and really going for it.

Martin Amis in the eighties in London. When I came to write City of Bohane , I had twin ambitions for it. I wanted it to be a grand, visceral entertainment, a real pulpy fucking page-turner, but also a serious language experiment. It was fun to write, and increasingly it seems to me that I should be having fun at the desk. So I try to make every page and sentence pop. And that causes weird technical difficulties as a writer. It makes your work very intense as a reading experience. Some of us eat it up, the sustained performance on the page.

But there can be fatigue. I would always take strong reactions over mild ones. You have to listen to it. I think previously, as readers, we were prepared to give a novel a bit of time. It makes it a good time for the short story. I think, increasingly, people give as much time to a book as they will to an art-house movie or an indie film. It should be a quiet, immersive space where we go to get away from all that stuff. A deeper escapism and amusement. In your work there seems to be the influence of writers from the American South. Barry Hannah and Charles Portis come to mind.

A lot of Southern and Irish writers strike me as Hearers of the Music, profoundly taken by language. It seems that they particularly relish the poetry that can be drawn out of prose. There is an interesting correlation between Irish and Southern writers. We face similar difficulties, in terms often of the dialogue. But at the same time, people do fucking talk like that. So you have to be true to that as well. I think Hannah gets a beautiful balance. The dialects seem to have arisen from remoteness and insularity, fed over centuries by religious communalism. I wanted to be the next great Jewish writer, which was difficult, as I was a ginger-haired child in Cork, in the south of Ireland.

Without being too reductive, I would say the Protestant strain is to strip down and to pare back, to reduce. Beckett is a Protestant writer. Joyce is a Catholic writer. Joyce piles it all on to the fucking page. And for a long time in the 20th century, Irish writers had a great difficulty. They had to go one of the two paths. I like my literature to be funny, the comic mode, and I think most of my favorite writers at some level are comic writers.

Someone like Saul Bellow. Philip Roth writes terrifying novels about all sorts of disintegration and horrible, awful masculine emotions that are deathly funny. I think comedy is the most true human mode. My short stories, a lot of them are very dark, but I think almost always at the end they are comedic. Beckett said Joyce was a synthesizer — put everything in, tried to bring it all together — but that he was an analyzer, and he was trying to take out every fucking thing he could. A reaction against Joyce and that high postmodernism. And did him no harm. You can still bring new things all the time.

In my own instance, I think the novels are going to be very different. The short stories are in lots of ways. I want to let the story dictate the style. The story is the master. Rather than the other way around. Don DeLillo once said that when he was writing, all that interested him was the sound.

And I will let the sound dictate the story. Dark Lies the Island is your new collection, your second. The stories are highly atmospheric. To make it that intense an experience for the reader is fucking difficult. I think fiction is superior. Your soul is there, pinned and wriggling on the page.

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You can lie much easier in nonfiction. Every single sentence in a short story is bearing weight, and for that reason most go wrong on me. Most end up on the floor. I write ten or twelve of the fuckers a year. One or two will get seen by anyone. Just to get a finished object there. Your stories read as deeply felt. Sometimes with the first-person stories, you think, That happened to him.

I do think your best ones come out of your own experience. Fiction happens in the subconscious, the back of the mind, that place, and I think your life experience has to sit back there for a while before it comes out. I think you have very little control as a writer, often. The decision to write fiction is a kind of a pact you make with your subconscious. It took me a long time to get there. In my twenties I was writing music reviews, theater reviews, stuff like that, and it was doing fine, making the rent, having a good time out and about… Not getting happy.

I had to get poor. I bought a foot caravan, a little trailer home, and I sat it on a beach in west Cork, and I spent a summer out there writing the next great Jewish-American novel. And it was a fucking monstrosity. But it taught me it has to be your main thing, the thing you do when you get up in the morning.

Fresh out of the dream state. Writing fiction and dreaming are very close. I just want to spew down words onto the page. And just slow accumulation. Because if you miss a day, it can suddenly completely start to go away. Writers have always sought ways to procrastinate.

Editing and cutting is the enjoyable part. Just cut away at it and see what you can get. There is a corollary to that. I think you can cut too much. The tendency toward the Carveresque, no pun intended. And a lot of that was Gordon Lish. I picked him up and brought him in and held him until he passed. This morning sitting out on my front porch I saw a beautiful rabbit with the whitest cottontail. It was hopping around in the front yard. Then my little Shih Tzu saw it and the rabbit bolted with Carly hot its tail. We have a large property and Carly would never catch a rabbit.

I quickly reached down and pulled it from the pool and it hopped away. I saved a rabbit today… or maybe it was just our lucky day! So glad you followed your instincts and checked your pool! I was wandering around a cemetery as a young child, probably 8 or 9 years old. Suddenly, there in front of me was a large white rabbit.

It was tall about half or more of my size. I stared at it and it stared at me for several minutes. I am just realizing that white rabbits have appeared to other people. Finally I ran to the house to tell my parents. Someone came with me and we looked all over the cemetery and never found it. I am 68 years old now, and to this day I have wondered where it came from and were did it go. Later I thought that maybe it was a spirit of some sort perhaps appearing to me in a way that would not alarm me.

Can you please tell me if your rabbit was standing on 2 legs like a person? If you were 8 or 9 was the rabbit about as tall as you were? I am understanding you to mean that this was not a bunny rabbit right? I saw a 6 foot tall white rabbit on 2 legs peeking into my apartment via my patio. I was walking thru a hall with a window that allowed me to see my patio from the 2nd floor. This scared the hell out of me. Do you have any idea what they are? I am not mentally ill or psychotic. I really saw this huge white rabbit. Ever since then, every once in a while, I dream about him.

Suffice it to say I think of him as a kind of buddy now, the kind that likes to hang out and drink beers on the back porch while the grill is going. I just felt like telling my own story so maybe others experiencing something similar might not feel alone. Take care all, and watch out for bunnies! Yesterday afternoon I lost my best friend and beloved pet upon returning home from the ER clinic minus my precious dog I sat down on my back step in the backyard numb from the worst four hours of my life.

As I was sitting there trying to grasp that my baby was gone. A wild bunny came hopping around the corner very close to me almost the same size as my dog was….. I felt almost like it was a sign from my beautiful Gizmo my heart has a huge hole, I took comfort in that few seconds when I saw the rabbit. Yes Debbie I know how you feel to loose a best friend dog. My big boy Zack left me over 2 years ago and I am still reduced to tears of sorrow at the thought of him.

To have had a dog friend like that is an eternal bond I think, something other worldly, a pure gift from God and an inspiration towards leaving this dense place we call Earth. There is somewhere where he still lives, I know. I look forward to be reunited one day. The love of an animal like that is a glimpse into another reality and makes all the pain, struggle and work and worry worth while.

A true teaching of pure unconditional love and devotion that we can only aspire to. The best things that ever happen to us as living energies on this planet, are that which communes in connection with the heart…. Debbie, Gizmo is fast by your side. Only you and Gizmo will ever know what you shared, what you experienced and what you will continue to have, love, and give because of him.

Stay strong my friend, stay brave. So after repeating a sacred prayer ending with allowing to return to the Earth with clean hands, forward eyes NOT full of lies , and without shame. I had sat in the cold for hours praying for forgiveness and I then out loud began announcing that I forgive myself and this and that. Thank you for your time, and genuinely hope that my self induced suffering from which others have greatly suffered too can help others with their own mistakes from ruining lives, friendship that are greatly valued, ect.

Tonight I am at a quiet resort in Minnesota. I went outside to watch the great white Heron catch fish. The light on a pole beside me started this annoying buzzing. As I was experiencing one of my frequent headaches, I moved down a ways to a quiet spot in a wicker chair and put my feet up in a chair across from me. Pretty soon here come the wild rabbits. They ran all around me. I was so happy as I love nature. Finally the last rabbit appeared and to my delight ran under my chair quite a few times.

Now this was just the best thing to me. Its interesting because I was born on easter. I live in a city, so to see a bunny everyday is a shock to me and its never the same one. My most vivid experience with this creature was a dream I had in which I was a rabbit, climbing a big hill. I was really aware of my body being and moving as a rabbit does. I think it is probably significant that I was climbing a big hill — perhaps representing challenges or obstacles in my life at the time.

I was also perhaps feeling meek and small, unimpressive — yet I was able to scale the hill by persevering until I reached the top. I was thinking about life and walked into my living room to turn off the light and I felt as if someone was watching me. Sure enough I looked out the window and there he was. A hare, he stood still, about one meter outside and looked straight at me through the window.

I was in complete awe. This morning, I felt like it had all been a dream but I saw he left his signature behind. His tracks were left in the snow, all over my front lawn. Life has been very stressful and this morning has been no different but worse. This morning as I got off the taxi a white rabbit hopped in front of me and went into the shrubs Oh! I believe it was for a reason.

I intend to domesticate one. The comments I have just read give me hope and strength that things are going to be OK.



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I hope the stressors in your life have eased off. A friend and I were coming home late in the evening after dinner and came upon a group of 5 beautiful white rabbits outside her place. We thought it was cool but symbolic in a way. I know that this talks about rabbits in dreams but what about in real life? Not only I have seen it but others have noticed it as well.

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We named it my stalker bunny but I can never seem to find information on what it may mean. Just wondering if anybody on here could maybe give any ideas. I live downtown in my city and there are big rabbits everywhere. There is just a massive amount of them this year. Someone told me why but I forgot. I had a dream where a rabbit was laying down, looked kinda sick but suddenly it got well as it started to eat some long grass and suddenly it multiplied into hundreds of rabbits inside a winter garden with glass as windows.

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What could this dream mean? In ancient days the white rabbit was associated with purity and love. It was during the epoch of the Goddess. This was true for the snake, that was another symbole of power and strength. As was the evening of All Hallowed Eve, and the number 13, which was considered lucky then. As the epoch changed and the Temples of the Goddess, and her priestesses were being destroyed, all things that the people worshipped were deliberately turned into darkness, so people would entierly stop worshipping them.

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Your dream of the dead White Rabbit becoming alive and multiplying is very prophetic, in tune with the emerging knowlege of the first epoch, and the awakening of the purity that existed at this time. We are now birthing an epoch of balance of the Mother and Father, working together, to bring Wisdom and Love in balance with power.

Great dream you had! When I first learned about spirit animals, I wanted to find out what mine was, so I asked it to reveal itself to me in my dreams. That night, I had a dream that I was lost in a forest. Then these two rabbits came to me to help me find my way and get on the right path. It was very amazing. When I was a baby, along with having a security blanket, I also had a security plush rabbit.

My great grandmother had a plush rabbit that was hers as a girl. This got passed down to me as a family heirloom when I was a little kid. As a kid I have had many encounters with rabbits. I watch tv and i would see glimpses of rabbits. At age six I had a stuffed rabbit named Rose. I lost it a long time ago. Sometimes when I go places I would see rabbits staring at me.

At age ten and eleven I had dreams of rabbits. I feel very connected to my spirit animal,although I really want to find out its name. A rabbit was given to my son for Easter however, I am the one who takes care of it. What does the rabbit mean in my life? When I was 15 I was in a coma. All this while, my family prays. I dreamt everyday of all kinds of things but my most significant dream was my very last dream.

The dream that brought me back to this world- it was a dark, rainy, windy, day. We were at the beach, and at this beach there was a cave which nobody dared to go through. And I loved it. It was a very unusual pet. It was a white mixture of all animals warm and comforting. Mostly rabbit, I think. Well this mostly rabbit creature pet was with me on that rainy day at the beach. As all my friends and I sit on the sand as close to the mountain as possible, the animal ran into the spooky cave and I knew I had to go after it. When it got into the cave, it would hop a few times and look back at me to make sure I was following even though there were half dead things and zombies trying to get me.

We walk further into the mountain and I can see the other side of the cave. It is sunny and beautiful. I am now just an arms length away of it and right before I can step to it, it runs to the other sunny side of the cave and I wake up. Not knowing a thing, starting from scratch all over again like who I was, to walk, talk, eat, read, ect. And I am forever grateful. At first I thought this was a crazy dream that I had.

Then when I could finally go back to school, we were learning of lewis and Clark and native american people. We learned of Sacagawea. We read her journal entries. And she too was on the brink of death. I could not believe my mind. I felt all sorts of emotions at once. I was shoked, surprised, speechless, almost in denial.

After i gave it a minute to sink in, I finally accepted it- I have a spirit animal. Anybody have an experience like this or thoughts of this kind of spirit animal? That is absolutely amazing! I have never been in a coma before, but I had a strange recurring dream of a hawk for a long time some years ago.

I would stand on the edge of this cliff and a hawk would beckon me to jump off of it and come fly with him. I hesitated always and then I would wake up. It was early fall and I was walking to class and I saw a hawk perched on my car! That night I had the same dream and I jumped. The sky lit up, and the hawk caught on fire and grew huge and bright.

He revealed his name to me, and told me that he was my spirit guide, and in times of great importance in my life hawks have always been present. This is a miraculous gift you spirit guide has given you, and I advise you attempt to make ck tact with them again why do I want to say her?

I love your story! Thank you so much for sharing this! I was at my boyfriends house n we was in the bed laying down and all of a sudden i saw 3white Rabbits in a row hop accross me and when i hurry up n lifted up they disappeared. I looked at my boyfriend and asked him did he see them and he answered with a smerk in his face i was just seeing some thing. To this day wonder and is curious of what that meant could someone help? I dreamt of a white rabbit with big black eyes and its message was that everything is reincarnated.

Thats what it said to me a few times. As it did its black eyes were huge. I have had some strange encounters with rabbits that made me realize they were my spirit animal. Like a warning to prepare for whatever is to come. Not only are they my spirit animal.. Rabbits are beautiful animals.. I was born in spring time too..

Had a dream someone gave me two rabits as gift. One died and i put the other at the booth of my car. That one too died and was stinking so much that i wouldnt want to go near the booth of my car. What is the meaning please? I might think it tells the story of someone who received a lot of responsibility that required them to be fast or clever. Hello curious as to your thoughts on a believable experience. I shut the curtain then a few minutes later I heard a robotic womans voice right outside my window. Her voice then become smooth and I thought it was my brothers wife and him outside at pm being dumb cause she was speaking to another so it seemed.

At this point I started playing some music on my laptop. I heard some soft contact hits on the side of my trailer. I opened up the curtain again automatically and saw a 2 in 1 combo at once. The light rays from the moon and a direct path with a bushy plant on the left and right with new fresh bark between it — my bros landscape outfront the house.

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His motion light came on and the first bunny tanish brown walked out of the dark into the lit path. The second one came out and was moving in a human way and was kinda scurffy. It appeared white at first and also brownishtan.