Thursday, September 13, 2012

Doing the Frog (With Feeling)




What have I needed to exclude should seem ready to raise nude
From its clothing, and contend with gravity. Rewards come to anyone
Who dashes the entrance, or willingly committed to the scales, a pretext.
Unlike hair and nails, the only part that fossilizes into the down-sloping, piscine

Reflections that bore the comity of painting, of all accidents. Successive moons
Lap the standing water representing cities. Their low-water marks, sunken torches—
The work endows it with a sedimentary thickness. In sluggish advent from the piscine
How the sound catches, and lends an inner ear to the keen of potential mates

Wielding a power point, and getting a leg up. An improvised relighting, a nuptial torch
Even smuggling in the idea, is that first push-up to exploit the oxygen like an angry
Swimmer—the trials of flexing our proto-limbs to urban attachments, or an intimate
Footing and its fund of resentment.  Whether it was beyond the skull’s indwelling ear bones

A trapdoor’s echo, and eternal tide-stranded replies, it happened with half of the angry
Modern values, their letters smeared. The tracks are more powerful for being digitalized
Whose pectoral girdle panted to keep the head up out of the cusp of middle age
Our departed founder had been told the results stood, in favor a glistening, poolside nude.

The result is a Wunderkammer, indeed, through countryside as black as the sea. Digitalized
Versions would not tolerate the eccentric seclusion of the past, or the subdesertic south
Not simply of your body but the reason for its empire. 

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4 comments:

Σφιγξ said...


Tetrapod

What have I needed to exclude should seem ready to raise nude
From its clothing, and contend with gravity. Rewards come to anyone
Who dashes the entrance. Or, willingly committed to the scales, a pretext
Ripens in the weeks following, and fossilizes into the down-sloping, piscine

Reflections that bore the comity of painting, of all accidents. Successive moons
Lap the standing water representing cities. Their low-water marks, sunken torches,
The work endows it with a sedimentary thickness. In sluggish advent from the piscine
How the sound catches, and lends an inner ear to the keen of potential mates

Wielding a power point, and getting a leg up. Take your chosen designs: a nuptial torch
Even smuggling in the idea—that first push-up to exploit the oxygen like an angry
Swimmer—the trials of flexing our proto-limbs to urban attachments, or an intimate
Footing and its fund of resentment. Whether it was beyond the skull’s indwelling ear bones

A trapdoor’s echo, and eternal tide-stranded replies, it happened with half of the angry
Modern values. Their letters smeared, although the more powerful for being digitalized.
Whose pectoral girdle panting to keep the head up out of the cusp of middle age,
Our departed founder had been told the results stood favoring a glistening, poolside nude

The result is a Wunderkammer, indeed, through countryside as black as the sea. Digitalized
Versions would not tolerate the eccentric seclusion of the past, or the subdesertic south
Not simply of your body but the reason for its empire. Too soon, disappears back into the turf.
Each of its species will increase, to touch not only its addressee, but strange nudes

Along the way

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.healthline.com/health-news/top-10-health-conditions-affecting-millennials#Mental-health-conditions-hit-millennials-hardest

Σφιγξ said...

This was the seminal text.

https://books.google.com/books/about/Your_Inner_Fish.html?id=c008kdNwR1cC&printsec=frontcover&source=kp_read_button&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&gboemv=1&ov2=1#v=onepage&q&f=false

Σφιγξ said...

https://interestingengineering.com/science/australia-rare-blue-frog-spotted