yyaldrin

in je ogen waait de wind
does anyone have the new book and can look up a poem for me? it's the one referred to in this little article that goes “To catch slant sunlight as cat prowling, in earth warming from cold in browning tints, twigs in fashion with new glints to show upswelled. Light wind in morning, to activate a day aloud, ahead already remembered, chill now but soon declared and voluntary.”
 

yyaldrin

in je ogen waait de wind
yes if you could please post the entire poem. i thought it was very reminiscent of the bit in "pearls that were" where he also uses the phrase "catching the slant ..." ;

"Over the ferny leaf-blades lying close to the bank and now deeper green from the dry weather a network of bright gossamer threads, woven close together and catching the slant evening sun so as to shimmer with a soft, trembling brilliancy; we both remarked on it ..."
 

sus

Moderator
Light wind in morning, to activate a day aloud
I was thinking the other day about this, about wind as animating force.

I saw this on the Oceano Dunes recently:

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A feather had fallen from a living thing and stuck in the ground inert.

And then the wind came along, swinging it around radially: so that it drew in the sand, so that it spoke, so that it testified to its history.
 

version

Well-known member
I was thinking the other day about this, about wind as animating force.

I saw this on the Oceano Dunes recently:

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A feather had fallen from a living thing and stuck in the ground inert.

And then the wind came along, swinging it around radially: so that it drew in the sand, so that it spoke, so that it testified to its history.

Yeah, sure.
 

sus

Moderator
He's like Herzog staging 'ecstatic truth' in his documentaries.
You know I'm flattered you think I'm BS'ing because it shows what an incredible find I've made in the natural world. The Sublime. It terrifies Version. He can't believe in the Nature I have put on display.
 

yyaldrin

in je ogen waait de wind
I was thinking the other day about this, about wind as animating force.

I saw this on the Oceano Dunes recently:

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A feather had fallen from a living thing and stuck in the ground inert.

And then the wind came along, swinging it around radially: so that it drew in the sand, so that it spoke, so that it testified to its history.
what else did you see in the oceano dunes?
 

0bleak

Well-known member
"From bare-threaded edges,
vulnerability laid open—
I reach, risk-tangled, toward the core,
to shape the master’s shadow
with my own faulted light.
But then, sudden:
Version descends,
a sweep, a sever—
no mercy to the hand still forming."
 
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