Balanced On the Edge

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   beryl singleton bissell

   December 11, 2008 at 4:11 pm

   Vicarious yearning, memory shared because whether we realize it or not we are at one with all beings. With you, the parrot shares “replicas of a world he remembers inside his cells, that galaxy of macadamia limbs, monkeys, and vines.” lovely.

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   Via Negativa

   December 11, 2008 at 9:37 pm

   […] balanced on the edge His moss and spice feathers shine under a waterfall of moonlight in his cage. Hushed midnight, when hourglass sands have stilled. Words he has spoken during the day bud in his dreams, echo nanoseconds of electric touch, the scientist’s alien fingers. —- This entry was posted Thursday, December 11th, 2008 at 10:36 pm and is filed under Smorgasblog. SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: “”, url: “http://www.vianegativa.us/2008/12/11/3414/” });via e-mail or social bookmarking.  Print Welcome […]

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   Dave

   December 11, 2008 at 9:38 pm

   Lovely indeed. Good treatment of a fascinating subject. My only complaint is I wasn’t ready for the poem to be over so soon. I want more!

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   Dave

   December 11, 2008 at 9:39 pm

   (Wow, look at that weird-looking fellow there above me!)

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   christine

   December 11, 2008 at 10:24 pm

   Well, Dave, I’ll have to write more, since you like the topic of parrots. Alex is one of my favorite animal celebrities.

   And yes, that little dude has quite the green body!

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   Michelle

   December 12, 2008 at 2:24 am

   I love this, Christine. Brilliant.

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   Jo

   December 12, 2008 at 4:08 am

   yes, this is fab, I’ve got a huge smile on my face. Wonderful writing, wonderful:

   replicas of a world he remembers inside his cells, that galaxy of macadamia limbs, monkeys, and vines built into his mitochondria

   especially this!

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   Feldman the Robot

   December 12, 2008 at 3:46 pm

   Oh, I love it when people write well about animals. This is splendid, the language so lush. You really know how to create a character and inhabit it, even if that character is not human. Well done. Now write a hermit crab poem! 😉

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   Dana

   December 12, 2008 at 3:47 pm

   Oops. I see Feldman got out again. That really is his comment, though. He loves poetry now. He can’t get enough of it.

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    paisley

    December 12, 2008 at 8:07 pm

    wow!!! how many humans do you know personally that cant even do this!!!!! thanks for sharing!!!

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    Julie

    December 12, 2008 at 8:17 pm

    I am in love with this poem, and the video is an added treat. My favorite lines are the ones Jo mentions.

    Macadamia is such a beautiful word. But only you could turn that cool word into an even more beautiful image with “a galaxy of macadamia limbs.” And “moss and spice feathers” is perfect. I love how you bring the bird’s natural world into the scientific setting.

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    odessa

    December 12, 2008 at 11:55 pm

    oh christine, this poem is so lush! i love the word macadamia too. and i want to steal alex for a day. only for a day. 🙂

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    suburbanlife

    December 13, 2008 at 12:53 am

    Terrific poem bringing the reality of the bird together with his original place. Like Jo, I really like ‘ replicas of a world he remembers in his cells,…”.
    It makes me sad that Alex looks so bedraggled, but how fascinating that like a child, being tested, he initiates avoidance behaviours. G

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    christine

    December 13, 2008 at 10:48 am

    I know, G. In the video he kept saying,”want back.” Paisley, it’s true, he’s smarter than a good percentage of people, who don’t try to distinguish one thing from another.

    And I’m glad I put ‘macadamia’ in this poem!

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