Hibernation

of snails.
The song of snails who are going to a funeral by Jacques Prevert
Snails trapped in ice reminds me of Thoreau and the crickets
I am amazed that crickets hibernate too.
Issa's lines keep coming up in the wild snail book.
Epiphragm

April 12

After Ted kooser's day titles

A starling is a horse garb
over a stick
A starling hops along the curb
to picks its food in the morning
In the evening two starlings
picking grains like chicken
on the grass
tinge of dark blue on the head
a green on the shoulder
Iridiscent did you say
Impermanent

Hilet

Today I went to the park. The grass was partly dry to sit on it with shorts. the part of the ground with the evening sun had no bench and table. A rain drain into the park ended in rocks mostly small but one bigger than a basketball. That was my seat to read the book from. On the left was a tree with large part of its trunk on the sloping ground. A father and his little 2~3 yr old are waling on it gingerly. When they come down the slope, the kid falls as a bound toy soldier.
On his way home, he says hi. Too low for her to hear, father says. When he calls louder, I apologize and reply hello. He says hi again.

L'eternel retour in To a waterfowl

Battle Hymn of the tiger Mother
Robert Arneson
Sam Gilliam
Samoyed

love rushes into the absence that is loss
- Norman Fischer, In the face of fear

even if the loss is that of love.

Kill the Day poem by Donald Hall. Writing in third person.

On your feet

In The checklist manifesto, two doctors are just exchanging strange cases. One thing that doesnt escape the reader is the call for quick action.

Its all Mediterranean

with words like Almohad. I have never heard of Maimonides. So the mappy looking cover jacket of
Maimonides in his world book was attractive.

Snail have teeth

is the first thing I learn in flipping through The sound of snail eating.

In the way the snail is reacting to the environment, even though it cant talk, you can already see the bond forming between the author and the snail.

In the way, the author Elizabeth Tova Bailey describes the motions of the snail,I can now imagine the world from a snail's point of view. at least in terms of magnitude. Say for example, if it were in the woods it would be lying on the floor with wooden chips its size, that would translate to me climbing over megalith stone tools my size. Last weekend at an Audubon migration celebration event, there was a question. Guess how much nectar would a hummingbird have if it were the size of a child? they had atleast 18 gallons of nectar. They said it needs 3 times its weight.

Somehow I never thought that all the slime it leaves on the trail has to be generated by itself. Even the dried flowers on the ground or shells of nuts though lie vastated, have to be all produced.

I was wondering what a pain it would be for such a tender body if has to travel on sharp bodies. the snail has won that battle too.

Picture Proof

One way or another

When I saw To a mountain in Tibet, I wanted to read it for my love of mountains. Some day.
Looks like the reader is still towards the same destination through
In the shadow of the Buddha

Phurba

Meet up

I was intrigued by this book Wild Men: Ishi and Kroeber in the wilderness of Modern America on Ishi

In the folds

of a comforter
theres a world
to make thought
the needle
and went through
to make
pleats

Images and Allusions

Mattocks keeping time in
Forgotten Fountain
Alba is a nice image to paint.

Orpheus and Person from Porlockin Doubt
A plain Ordinary steel needle can float on pure water by Kay Ryan. Like she mentions in the interview, this poem is inspired from Ripley's Believe it or not.

Andre Breton
Jeunesse Doree in My Weariness of Epic Proportions

Poetry today

Before starting Beautiful & Pointless: A Guide to Modern poetry, in order to get an idea of David Orr's work, without much difficulty, I landed on his article regarding poetry in O's magazine and his `The Politics of poetry' article on poetry foundation. The beginning of the latter article had me trifle amazed that he linked poetry and politics. It augurs well.

Jump into the book. The `personal' chapter is a sunny day for the general reader. At the end of it, the reader can tell how a poet can keep his/her person out of the poem and still make the reader think that he/she has been a confidante. Sharon Olds tell all poetry is a good example of how she distances herself from the whole scene, while still escaping its influence.

The `politics' chapter is certain to lose audience with its difficulty. A common affliction of prose and not just poetry. Poetry don't worry, you are fine, nothings wrong with your form.

That brings us to the form chapter. A turning point in the life of poetry which takes it back to its definition. This is a good place of discussion for all readers to find themselves in - questioning an art form, its purpose.

The rest of the chapters are like voices from a distant world. Like his articles, the idea and intentions of introducing general readers to poetry are great. But his choice of approach - birds eye view at the world of poetry, moved me a step down from liking the book. The author does say in the introduction that it is not an inclusive approach which does justify the end product's loose stucture but by degrees it moves away a lot. In the last chapter of getting personal with how 'water' poem of Philips Larkin changed his attitude towards poetry, he does get his bearings back as the messenger of poetry.

Using the author's metaphor of poetry as Belgium, once there you would like to see how it is different from your native country in detail and it suffices to know of any similarities just in name.


With regards to modernity of poems,
American life in poetry

Last of the 100 day poets

TV Antennas on the terrace. Wind or rain affects the transmission quality.


Maria Mazziotti Gillan

Kathrine Varnes

Cin Salach

Sean Thomas Dougherty

John Gallaher

Susan Briante

Josh Corey

Laynie Browne

Pimone Triplett

Brenda Hillman

Jenny Browne