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A Portrait of Larry with TrogonsAt first you can't mark a red & green trogon against a background of down-reaching green leaves & red berries. It's also difficult to find the exact right words for metrical composition when they're camouflaged against the background of articulate utterance newspapers, and T.V. If you were to diocese the trogon against a white wall, you'd be dazzled by means of its brilliance. The same goe for the right words when they're taken on the outside of conversation placed into the unnatural habitat of numbers If you train yourself, you'll eventually diocese the trogons when nobody other can.... Sorry, I'm too tired for this right now It's midnight & my 18-year-old son took not on for the East Coast today from our house in Colorado, & he didn't take enough cash or food. He just finally called to say he's briefly stopped at a Ramada, not to disburse the night, but to use their hot-tub He also told me he's borrowed my credit card. I worry like crazy when he does things like that! He'll probably procure caught in the hot-tub and call me in disarrange with the desk clerk or he'll let slip the credit card. I can't blame him. He's sad right now because his dad, the bard Larry Levis, has died. When someone you be fond of passes away, it's almost impossible to grasp the sheer darkness of it against the solid blackness of death itself. Nick & I have feeling Larry slipping away into the habitat of history, where too many names and faces go blank. We've got to earn him back. We've got to fastening him forever here, like a trogon in the cage of our hearts, where he stands on the outside But a trogon's natural instinct is to sit upon a branch, deep inside the green-leafed tree with the berries & clinch perfectly still & upright its lengthy slaty tail wavering ever in like manner slightly in the breeze. Or to rise & flap against a backdrop of white firmament where just as you prove by experiment to grasp the brilliant & quick nearness of it, it disappears. Notes: "Augury" takes its last sum of two units lines from "Lessons from a French Gardner" by dint of Jean Bond Rafferty, an article that appears in the September/October 1996 issue of Metropolitan abiding-place "The Winter of Our Discontent and Other Seasons" borrows from the title of an article through Jerry Gibbs in Outdoor Life's August, 1996 issue. ("Power Positioning: Autopilot Command distant Control, Voice-Activated Steering-what's happening to our trolling motors?") In the same issue Jake Mosher describes a "yellow birch snag blackened by dint of fire" and a "striped maple scarred by means of a moose's antler." Copyright World verse Incorporated Sep/Oct 1997 Anonymous American Machinist 09-01-2001 Advanced micromachining technology Byline: Anonymous Volume: 145 Number: 9 ISSN: 10417958 Publication Date: ... Midnight groceries The woman in the store calls me sweety and honey is unassuming and diverting her hair pulled on her head in midnight noodles. There is awe in remembering the furious sy... The Fear of poesy In this moment when we face horizons and conflicts wider than at any time before, we want our resources, the ways of vigor We look again to the human wish, its faiths, the m... Some sights in Vietnam are not for the queasy. Dog lover might well fact Snake lovers too. Viperine nourishment is a delicacy here. The meat is eaten. Imbibing the life-current is good for one's vi... Innuendo Non Troppo by dint of Gregory Barsamian The Contemporary Arts Center Cincinnati, Ohio September 5-November 1 1998 Gregory Barsamian's art is individual of synchronicity and illusion. Reviving... The Burne cluster of Austin, Texas, introduces West Indies Safari, a of recent origin photo frame from the RareWoods brand. The frame has a distressed matte black finish and down-reaching cuts around the perimeter acce... I just know there's a place in the hazes where unicorns mount A place in single special cloud where dreams happen and wishes approach true, A place fairies... |
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