BlueIris
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Mon Aug-27-07 02:16 AM
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The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 8/26/07 |
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Edited on Mon Aug-27-07 02:18 AM by BlueIris
"Net Surfing 2:00 A.M."
in the great invisible electronic library of the world the real thing is nothing image is all
bleary with coffee and grief for a friend who died the day before I find myself staring at the screen and wondering how many pixels it takes to make a wood duck or an island of black frigate birds mating in the mangroves their globed orange throat pouches pulsing with birdly lust
in front of me in a space no larger than two hands spanned I can watch flocks of pink flamingos migrating stick-legged, silly-beaked bits of egg-laying confetti left over from the big party of creation
there's a comfort to the sight of so many birds. Here at least, I think, life outruns extinction
once in Cambridge in the Peabody Museum I came across the last passenger pigeon ever sighted in America neatly stuffed with combed feathers and agate eyes sitting on a fake limb in a glass case under a card which informed me that it had been shot by the Harvard expedition of 1893
once I read that Audubon himself killed to sketch
now in front of me electronic snow geese by the thousands swirl over the marshes of the Central Valley now in one night I can see more cranes and herons than ever fled south before the snows of winter
I touch the screen with my fingertips taste it with my tongue how cold this tiny window is that drugs me with perpetual flight on tapes and chips and CD-ROM the programmers have recreated paradise and yet . . .
I pause, consider, and decide: I strike a key I click the mouse I let myself forget the crossed out phone number the returned mail the name he no longer answers to the silent woods the long darkness the quiet empty sky.
—Mary Mackey
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CaliforniaPeggy
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Mon Aug-27-07 02:22 AM
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And how very sad, my dear BlueIris...
Especially this part:
I pause, consider, and decide: I strike a key I click the mouse I let myself forget the crossed out phone number the returned mail the name he no longer answers to the silent woods the long darkness the quiet empty sky.
Thank you....
I am very moved by this one... :hug:
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The Straight Story
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Mon Aug-27-07 02:55 AM
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2. A really nicely done poem |
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Mon Aug-27-07 02:58 AM
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3. Thanks! Mary Mackey is a great writer. |
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Mon Aug-27-07 03:09 AM
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4. Here are two - one from me last night and one from the wife: |
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Mon Aug-27-07 06:11 PM
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7. I saw those! They're great. nt |
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Mon Aug-27-07 04:35 AM
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5. How very poignant. n/t |
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Mon Aug-27-07 11:37 AM
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6. I like this, BI. I think that the Internet truly is both a means of... |
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escape from "real" life and a way to connect with the world. Both are OK.
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Mon Aug-27-07 06:28 PM
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8. That is an excellent poem about the distraction of grief. |
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When people I've loved have died I've gone through periods like that, getting amazingly distracted by something so I don't have to think about it for a while.
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Mon Aug-27-07 06:40 PM
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9. Yep. Sometimes distraction is the best gift you can give yourself in those times. |
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Mon Aug-27-07 06:48 PM
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'...the name he no longer answers to...'
perfect:loveya:
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