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Showing posts with label prelapsarian animals. Show all posts
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Friday, March 09, 2012

Colony of Statues [News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, March 9, 2012]


Colony of Statues [News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, March 9, 2012]

Think us a colony—penguins or pinnipeds—
Only we're grizzlies that line up by riverside
Polishing pebbles, or carving them... bashing them
Eager for logos: the pith Michelangelo
Sought in the marble; the flavor pre-Pantheon
Children contained and their father contained—and if
He had a father, then surely the mythos is
Wrong: we're degenerates, castoffs, inferior—
Smaller than granules and less than the ancestors—
Even the best of all human-kinds possible
Cannot converge with the grace of all origin.
Somehow in sight of ourselves we've become what we
See and in sight of ourselves we converge with the
Best of the origin, best of all possible
Ancestors, righteousness, mothers, containers for
Atheist statues resembling epiphany,
Carvings of planets—we've colonized earth.

A Sunnyvale woman who told a neighbor she felt overwhelmed by caring for her adult autistic son shot him to death before turning her gun on herself, authorities said Wednesday. Elizabeth Hodgins, 53, shot her son, George Hodgins, 22, on Tuesday in a bedroom of their home on the 800 block of Nectarine Avenue, according to police and neighbors.”
—Will Kane,Demian Bulwa; San Francisco Chronicle, Thursday, March 8, 2012
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2012/03/07/BAVR1NH8B4.DTL

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Wednesday, July 07, 2010

Prelapsarian Pity [Today's News Poem, July 7, 2010]

Prelapsarian Pity [Today's News Poem, July 7, 2010]

Kittens amuse themselves swatting at movement;
Pitying humans. Beyond my lapsarian
State, I see flickers of something I seek to
Tame; to possess. They mature. My agrarian
Masters of vermin; the servants of silos—
Lords of the tiny: they rest with an animal
Ease that I envy beside me. I struggle
Nightly in sweat, in a nightmare of criminal
Urges against my own God. I praise nature:
Distant. My knowledge is too insurmountable:
Lethe sends its greetings with blood and with feathers,
Pigeons in pancakes all hold me accountable;
The cats at the window await for the omen
We're blind to—that hides in the cycle of season.

“Dubbed the psychic octopus, the English-born Paul (hatched at the Sea Life Park in Weymouth) has correctly predicted all of Germany's World Cup results including the 1-0 defeat last night. He predicted Germany's wins against England and Argentina, and even Serbia's defeat of Germany in the group stage... Paul's handlers at Aquarium Sea Life in the western city of Oberhausen have turned him into a betting phenomenon by putting mussels into two glass boxes, with one box having Germany's flag while the other carries the flag of their opponents. Paul is then left to choose one box to open to retrieve the mussel.”
– Mark Tran, The Guardian, July 8, 2010 Edition
http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/2010/jul/08/soccer-octopus-world-cup-final



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