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A Wicker Basket
Comes the time when it’s later
and onto your table the headwaiter
puts the bill, and very soon after
rings out the sound of lively laughter—
Picking up change, hands like a walrus,
and a face like a barndoor’s,
and a head without any apparent size,
nothing but two eyes—
So that’s you, man,
or me. I make it as I can,
I pick up, I go
faster than they know—
Out the door, the street like a night,
any night, and no one in sight,
but then, well, there she is,
old friend Liz—
And she opens the door of her cadillac,
I step in back,
and we’re gone.
She turns me on—
There are very huge stars, man, in the sky,
and from somewhere very far off someone hands me a slice of apple pie,
with a gob of white, white ice cream on top of it,
and I eat it—
Slowly. And while certainly
they are laughing at me, and all around me is racket
of these cats not making it, I make it
in my wicker basket.
— BY ROBERT CREELEY
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Really appreciated the eagle soaring through the alps video. I have been nearly transfixed on more than one occasion watching birds riding the thermals. Something pure and honest witnessing an animal simply doing what it’s designed to do. Beauty is ubiquitous, yet seemingly it is only the vile and crude that is granted attention.
“Beauty is ubiquitous, yet seemingly it is only the vile and crude that is granted attention.”
Just so and I am always mystified by this era’s fascination for the vile.
The eagle was very cool indeed.
Watching the second video (and wondering why the girl was yelling?), I was reminded that the earliest use of stop-motion photography was to figure out what horses do with their feet when they run.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eadweard_Muybridge#Stanford_and_horse_gaits
The eagle video is wonderful, but methinks the eagle sees and perceives far more than do we with our particular vision and perception, “riding” on the eagle’s back as it were. Now if we were able to “merge” with the eagle a la Carlos Castaneda and the crow…
+10 for that eagle video, really cool!