CWPates

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"And some things are not seen. Cleaning and cutting squid for fishing, a large female conger crawled six feet from the tide - starving from migration and no fear left - started eating squid from my hand. Like a dog I guess there are levels of animal civility. And happenchance."

Pretty Boy Roderickson is one crow short of a "Cock-a-doodle-doo". He’s always been that way, maybe it’s a step forward?

"I am in that place now and the garden around me is overgrown. Thornapple delights in this unkempt ground. The stink is all around. But with the flowers, bittersweet. This place where meaning has no meaning. Thousand hit wanderers flit from flower to flower. The frogs sing in the nights cool..."

"i. Darkness Visible".

"You hear them approach at velocity, collide and buzz around your ears and occasionally get thwarted by ear hairs. But this egregious smite – like a neutrino through lead – flew straight to my eardrum. How thankful of ear hairs I will now remain! The first time I’ve ever heard a fly flap its wings"

"I have made some kind of accord. The hounds that bay and bite are now quiet. Very friendly too. They are now the most beautiful liquid metal blues and violets. The gates that they guard have also changed."

The moon's my constant mistress, And the lonely owl my marrow; The flaming drake and the night crow make Me music to my sorrow. The spirits white as lightning Would on my travels guide me The stars would shake and the moon would quake Whenever they espied me... by Mad Tom O' Bedlam

seems reasonable

Simic's most Yorkshire poem

A Mouse Story open.substack.com/pub/cwpates/...

"The frogs are now singing but Roderick can't hear them. Three nights ago (all pious and sanguine in faith) Reynard came to call. Old friends they were, but poor friends then and now! Our second rooster - the back door man - came to meet Reynard with chivalry and all a second rooster can bring.."

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