tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post3159218371744750725..comments2023-10-28T03:14:44.519-07:00Comments on Calhouns Can(n)ons: Your Sunday PoemNewsstandGreghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099049885765768069noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post-19253268656233773372013-03-18T18:47:10.517-07:002013-03-18T18:47:10.517-07:00It grows, it takes my place
It pushes me aside.
It...<i>It grows, it takes my place<br />It pushes me aside.<br />It throws me out of the nest,<br />The Poem is ready.</i><br /><br />By Thomas Transtromer<br /><br /><br />Back to Szymborska -Seems that March 3.14 was Pi day π<br /><br /><br /><br /><b>The admirable number pi: </b><br /><i>.three point one four one. <br />All the following digits are also initial, <br />five nine two because it never ends. <br />It can't be comprehended six five three five at a glance, <br />eight nine by calculation, <br />seven nine or imagination, <br />not even three two three eight by wit, that is, by comparison <br />four six to anything else <br />two six four three in the world. <br />The longest snake on earth calls it quits at about forty feet. <br />Likewise, snakes of myth and legend, though they may hold out a bit longer. <br />The pageant of digits comprising the number pi <br />doesn't stop at the page's edge. <br />It goes on across the table, through the air, <br />over a wall, a leaf, a bird's nest, clouds, straight into the sky, <br />through all the bottomless, bloated heavens. <br />Oh how brief - a mouse tail, a pigtail - is the tail of a comet! <br />How feeble the star's ray, bent by bumping up against space! <br />While here we have two three fifteen three hundred nineteen <br />my phone number your shirt size the year <br />nineteen hundred and seventy-three the sixth floor <br />the number of inhabitants sixty-five cents <br />hip measurement two fingers a charade, a code, <br />in which we find hail to thee, blithe spirit, bird thou never wert <br />alongside ladies and gentlemen, no cause for alarm, <br />as well as heaven and earth shall pass away, <br />but not the number pi, oh no, nothing doing, <br />it keeps right on with its rather remarkable five, <br />its uncommonly fine eight, <br />its far from final seven, <br />nudging, always nudging a sluggish eternity<br />to continue</i><br />Alon Perlmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00155776897189144501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post-7788527420759223962013-03-18T18:40:10.730-07:002013-03-18T18:40:10.730-07:00I donno Tunes. I know of one Los Osos artist who m...<br />I donno Tunes. I know of one Los Osos artist who makes use of found birds (Carcasses) to good effect.<br /><br />As with other Szymborska poems I always wonder what would it be like if there was another novel translation.<br />And there is !- <br /><b>“The birds return” “Przylot”</b><br /><i>This spring the birds have again come back too early.<br />Rejoice, O reason, instinct can also err.<br />It dozes off, it overlooks--and down they fall into the snow,<br />and perish senselessly, perish with scarce justice to<br />the structure of their throats and arch-claws,<br />the solid cartilage and conscientious webbing,<br />the estuary of the heart , the labyrinth of innards,<br />the aisle of ribs and vertebrae in splendid enfilade,<br />the feathers worthy of a pavilion in a museum of all the crafts, <br />and the beak of monkish patience.<br /> <br />This is no dirge, its only an outrage<br />that an angel of real albumen,<br />a flighty fidget with glands from the Song of Songs,<br />singular in air, uncountable in hand,<br />tissue after tissue woveninto a unity<br />of place and time like classical art<br />to the applause of wings—<br />Falls and lies near a stone, <br />which in its archaic and boorish way<br />looks on all life as attempts repeatedly failed.</i><br /><br />You may have to hold them side by side. <br />Spread them in the light, wingtip against wingtip<br />Examine them cupped like birds in each hand, <br />Compare their beaks, the little heads lolling, resting on your thumbs. <br />Turn them over, so that their legs and claws, <br />peak from between your little fingers, beneath.<br />Subtle differences, yes.<br /><br />Alon Perlmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00155776897189144501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post-76470587043986688552013-03-18T01:52:25.374-07:002013-03-18T01:52:25.374-07:00Hmmmm. Jury is out on this one.Hmmmm. Jury is out on this one.Sewertoons AKA Lynette Tornatzkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04501351678541088868noreply@blogger.com