1.
Always remove its stem as well. One of the great perks of this job
Is sometimes entering a terrarium, and climbing up the moss rick,
The overdetermined landscape where watering will not be necessary
For months. It is good for the species inside, carrying on with odd jobs
Until joking among the survivors is more subdued, with a slight fogging
Among the sign-painter's casuarinas, snail's antlers until the necessary
Instant we realize our devil of horticulture. With this pickup tool now raised
In blessing or curse, one end buried vertically with one end just barely fogging
The filmed sun like false cypress. Afterward, we seem to have Wholeheartedly absorbed the taboo, or else the bottle is in charge. After blameless years raising
Teardrops to drain in sand just as any dance interpreted by another choreographer,
Earth took of earth. Your purple lord is among the last to bloom, a quarantined lady's slipper
Has a strong cutout shape with a curled leaf
Though it begins blushing desperately in a dance hall propagating choreographers (who go there to find
A reeking aril, stagnant fount) watering your thirst there is, in the end, necessary
2.
Descending with this new freedom, the unbleached bedding. Unbroken concrete by a much leafed-through
Volume in a room with windows along only one wall. A pet's honest look. Yours sits quietly at your heels
Lips sheening bright confitures, or perhaps just moistening its nose. What I did not want, those necessary
Issues for you to make your own. During the hottest time of day, he reads nothing. Muddling a cocktail
Of dry climates, with a drop taken in the evening when the rug won't lie down. Two winged heels
At the moment of catching violence grew moss. So you are not likely to notice the change,
Chalk flowers stampeding across the board. And though it was not a good idea to stir the cocktail,
He could not help himself, not wishing to talk. Nights are much cooler than days, with the gleam
Of the thing she wanted with the utilities paid. In dreams it is a refreshing change
To meet a woman mechanic. She conducted herself demagnetizing my scissors. Every tree
Spreading lichen, wherever you place them, becomes stiff as a home. A terrible thought gleamed
In the ménage of photosynthesis. We were astride the last machine, so the roadside wildflowers
Lose none of their glamor. And yet always reaching for the brightest spot in the room, it bids you to change
The future's rumpled note. With notable defections, parrot tulips continue to lengthen once they're snipped, leafed-through,
Before they are thrown out in the yard. Astride the last machine obliterating wildflowers
Our stems are all in a line. Moistening with a glass in hand, now make necessary arching toward the light.
2.
Descending with this new freedom, the unbleached bedding. Unbroken concrete by a much leafed-through
Volume in a room with windows along only one wall. A pet's honest look. Yours sits quietly at your heels
Lips sheening bright confitures, or perhaps just moistening its nose. What I did not want, those necessary
Issues for you to make your own. During the hottest time of day, he reads nothing. Muddling a cocktail
Of dry climates, with a drop taken in the evening when the rug won't lie down. Two winged heels
At the moment of catching violence grew moss. So you are not likely to notice the change,
Chalk flowers stampeding across the board. And though it was not a good idea to stir the cocktail,
He could not help himself, not wishing to talk. Nights are much cooler than days, with the gleam
Of the thing she wanted with the utilities paid. In dreams it is a refreshing change
To meet a woman mechanic. She conducted herself demagnetizing my scissors. Every tree
Spreading lichen, wherever you place them, becomes stiff as a home. A terrible thought gleamed
In the ménage of photosynthesis. We were astride the last machine, so the roadside wildflowers
Lose none of their glamor. And yet always reaching for the brightest spot in the room, it bids you to change
The future's rumpled note. With notable defections, parrot tulips continue to lengthen once they're snipped, leafed-through,
Before they are thrown out in the yard. Astride the last machine obliterating wildflowers
Our stems are all in a line. Moistening with a glass in hand, now make necessary arching toward the light.
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http://www.lone-star.net/literature/middle_english/spiritinthebroom.htm
Thank you, for reminding me of Tiepolo Pink (2006), which was not fully reviewed.
I remember reading this excellent article, and wondering what it must be like to be "kicked by a cloud" ?
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/12/09/the-intoxicating-history-of-gin
https://books.google.com/books?id=Z1aWDwAAQBAJ&ppis=_c&lpg=PA110&dq=pink%20pearl%20eraser%20volcanic%20ash&pg=PA110#v=onepage&q=pink%20pearl%20eraser%20volcanic%20ash&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=q9n_CwAAQBAJ&ppis=_c&lpg=PT14&dq=saul%20bellow%20more%20die%20of%20heartbreak%20%22Kolyma%22&pg=PT14&fbclid=IwAR2XygH8YKGmqWfV9ey4qQs1pgw0jpieo3SpLGRWuLVoZei-uN7xHOVX-so#v=onepage&q=saul%20bellow%20more%20die%20of%20heartbreak%20%22Kolyma%22&f=false
https://www.rbth.com/multimedia/2015/07/27/kolyma-in-the-shadow-of-time-the-most-frightening-gulag-camp-today_327857?fbclid=IwAR3PsEiddhFXqvkuxyDj7qWaa45LjJroS211hn4nJHE_ThP4Yg_KTDbdN_I
https://amp.theguardian.com/books/2020/feb/15/wordsworth-colereidge-home-saved-nation
*Must read Bellow's heir Martin Amis, whose work I have yet to read, Koba the Dread (2002).
"Despite her height, she wasn't a bad dancer, indeed Centurión thought she moved with a certain grace and rhythm, although who doesn't look slightly ridiculous, if not grotesque, when the person watching them dance cannot hear the music, only an awkward silence, or in this case the murmur of the River Lesmes, a constant background noise that soothed the mind, and, at night, almost lulled one to sleep; when the water wasn't about to freeze of course. Inés Marzán was a physically restless woman and couldn't keep still even when in repose or at ease, and yet she didn't seem to mind her solitude. Perhaps what she couldn't tolerate was immobility."
- Margaret Jull Costa's translation of Javier Marías's Tomás Nevinson (2023)
"Having more than one mode of display—sound, sight, motion—synchronizing them may also help the female with so-called sensory integration, binding the sensory input from multiple senses into a coherent whole. Not unlike the way humans may require synchronized lip movement and voice to understand speech.
In addition, the more complex the signal,the more likely it is to hold the attention of a female. If a simple signal is repeated over and over, she may become habituated to it, and her interest may wane. In general, birds pay less attention to constant noise than to the sporadic or unexpected sound of a hawk call or a branch cracking beneath the paw of a predator.
Plus, having both a visual and an audio component means that you have backup under difficult conditions, says Stoddard. 'On a noisy day, you still have your flashing gorget. On an overcast day when you don't have a lot of sun, your gorget might not be as striking, but your tail-generated buzz will still be audible. Those signals together ensure that the female takes notice—even if comparisons between one male and another, who is brighter or faster, don't offer a lot of information.'
These two explanations—the 'good genes' and the 'bright beacons'—have in common the view that ornate displays have evolved because they're useful—they signify quality or draw attention to a courting male.
But there's another perspective, says Stoddard, more controversial but deeply intriguing. The hummingbird's flamboyant dive may have evolved for a more capricious reason: 'Simply because it is beautiful!' She exclaims. 'And females love it, and that's enough to create selection pressure for aesthetically pleasing things.'
Maybe, as Emerson said, beauty is its own excuse for being."
- Jennifer Ackerman's The Bird Way: A New Look at How Birds Talk, Work, Play, Parent, and Think (2020)
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