My cousin Pejk Malinowski sent me this poem last night by Robert Creeley. I am smitten.
Love
The thing comes
of itself(Look up
to see
the cat & the squirrel,
the one
torn, a red thing,
& the other
somehow immaculate)– Robert Creeley
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My cousin Pejk Malinowski sent me this poem last night by Robert Creeley. I am smitten.
(Poem #39) The Riddle of the World Know then thyself, presume not God to scan – Alexander Pope Yes – say it like it is. 1. Bear, Marian Engel 2. An Episode in the Life of a Landscape Painter, César Aira From today’s NY Times: Reviving the Lost Art of Naming the World, an article on what the decline of taxonomy means for us as narrative beings.
There aren’t many sites in defense of the grey squirrel. Here’s one written in the first person, with some good arguments on defining “nativeness:” http://www.grey-squirrel.org.uk/
…and if you’re feeling feisty (and up for a clubbing yourself) you can buy one of their advocacy brollies in Professor Acorn’s shop. Between fights, your head’ll be protected from the shit of the songbirds that the greys might’ve missed. Talking to Grant Burgess at the DOVE Marine Lab today about the defensive slime that bacteria produce, in order to keep from being decimated (by enemies, by antibiotics) reminded me of Alfonso Lingis’ description of the body as bodies, systems inside of systems, from his book “Dangerous Emotions”: |
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