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Thread: Diving With Osprey

  1. #91
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    Hi, Laurie,

    Oh, I like "The Failure of Language". Maybe it's because I'm a bird lover and have learned to recognize their different calls and songs, but the wit of lines like "zeeeee-yup is not a cowboy" and "Only the barred owl / can confidently be asked Who" certainly doesn't hurt. I had a bit of trouble switching from color to sound, the title covers both while the quote speaks mostly to the former, so you didn't maybe make the strongest case for the connection between them. And that's probably just me. It's a great idea.

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    "Shake shake, lesser sister the tipsy
    margarita, tap dance on the back
    of the hymnal, hang loose."

    Nice!


    The deer poem is ghastly and touching.

    "the one that wakes each morning,

    patient, resigned, inventing signs
    of progress or the one who stares

    for minutes, avid and convinces herself
    that sleeping dog no longer breathes."

    Oh, lord. I have been there. Heartbreaking.

    "They look
    like us in love."

    !!!


    "sometimes you can see more
    if you stand further away."

    Oh yes.


    Love the golf poem and the recurrence of the fox.


    "He said you need some purple, he said
    you can prune them when they become too much.
    They’re too much."





    "Raccoon’s Happy Hour"

    That little bastard visits me and does the same thing to all of my bird feeders.

    I caught him on the deck one night. I decided he could have it.



    "This Poem Was Supposed to Be About Azaleas"

    Love.

    "It’s all a matter of saying to the experts,
    so this is what you mean over and over
    until they agree."

    Brilliant.


    "I walk into walls."

    I laughed.


    "her scent as alluring as fish emulsion to the roses."

    I laughed again.

    "The Failure of Language"

    Lovely, lovely, lovely stuff.

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