Monday, September 14, 2015

a glossary of chickens





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There should be a word for the way
they look with just one eye, neck bent,
for beetle or worm or strewn grain.
“Gleaning,” maybe, between “gizzard”
and “grit.” 

And for the way they run toward
someone they trust, their skirts
hiked, their plump bodies wobbling:
“bobbling,” let’s call it, inserted
after “blowout” and before “bloom.”

There should be terms, too, for things
they do not do—like urinate or chew—
but perhaps there already are.

I’d want a word for the way they drink,
head thrown back, throat wriggling,
like an old woman swallowing
a pill; a word beginning with “S,”
coming after “sex feather” and before “shank.”

And one for the sweetness of hens
but not roosters.

We think that by naming we can understand,
as if the tongue were more than muscle.


–Gary Whitehead



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Friday, September 4, 2015

love seeks no cause


 

 
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Love seeks no cause beyond itself and no fruit;
it is its own fruit, its own enjoyment.

I love because I love;
I love in order that I may love.


–Saint Bernard


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love is






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love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fall

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky

–E. E. Cummings


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Thursday, September 3, 2015

you know ...





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Your effort is the bondage.

—Sri Ramana Maharshi


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