Harken Oysters, too!

“Sarcasm is my sword,
Apathy is my shield.
~ Vanilla Gorilla

Who do you fight?

“Meanwhile, out in the suburbs,
Rings of gas and dust
On the flattened edges of the cloud
Were orbiting around a newborn
Star. The atoms combined and condensed
Into microscopic grains of aluminum,
Titanium, iron, and other solids.
Every so often, they tumbled
Into each other.”

~ Nancy Hathaway,
From “The Friendly Guide
To the Universe”

“Something crucial to remember…
A reminiscent narrator remembers
Something because it has a special, pointed
Meaning for him. Here is how
The adult Frank Conroy writes about his father,
Who died young. The book is
‘Stop Time.’”

‘And I remember…’

“We draw up out of the well
Of our unconscious those things
That have emotional significance..”

~ Anne Bernays & Pamela Painter
From “What If”

Some inches put of a piede/iarda.
Some kernels put of an ear.
Some alleys put of one main road.
Some lines put of a program.
Some timid connections of one chain.
Some open joints.
Some peas put of a baccello/casseruola.
Some sottaceti put of a vase.
Some pixel put of an image.
Some puppies put of a store of animals.
Some rungs put of one ladder.
Some panini/mele/formiche put of a picnic.
Some outcries put of a orgasm.
Some lives are untied.
Some snowballs put of one avalanche.
Some spoons put of with suit.
Some timid straws of a bale.
Some tacos put of a festivity tray.
Some tiles that lack from its bobbin of space.
Some tomatoes put of one thick sauce.
Some iarde put of the hole.
One short of the flower of one disposition.
One short of the goose of a gaggle.

“This night was a mysterious place
where land and water intertwined,
eroding any sense of where imagination began,
all combined
to form this nocturnal vantage point.
She said I was untrained
in the proper method of catching a clam.
was unafraid
and told her so. But still, she insisted
on the wrongs and rights
of stalking our supper in a definite manner.
"The interaction
between two communities, one below water,
the other above, is not to be treated carelessly.
I will not permit you
to begin this enterprise until adequate measures are taken."
I knew she was attempting to chasten
my imprudence, directing me against
the act of some taboo.
I began to cry. "You must learn these things,
my love,
I'm sorry to upset you.
But until my satisfaction
is assured that you comprehend
the laws of our environment,
I will restrain your actions." My sense of shame
had spoiled my appetite, as a different sort of gravity
defined itself to me. She explained that I had neglected
to observe the rite of blessing which connected
the clam to her next home. "Its soul mustn't leave a cavity
behind. You have to give the clam name."
The simple rightness of this gesture
afforded me an enlightenment
I had not know. "After you christen the creature,
she will forever be your friend."
I asked if there were any particular
requirements in the selection of a name.
"The title should serve a simple fitness to the form."
carefully considered the issue.
"Well, I guess I need to meet the clam
and conduct a proper interview."
She nodded in approval.
We walked across the island to where a curve
of land created a small pool enclosed by peninsular
protections. The water's surface remained unbroken
as a tranquil divider between this world and that.
Another frame of mind
penetrated my intentions as I stared through to this undersea
society. I glanced at her just once then plunged my hand
into its depths and seized a clam. I tenderly placed
the creature up on a rock at eye-level.
I faced it squarely and tried to start a conversation.
"I understand
you have no name." The clam would not respond to me.
This seemed an excellent opportunity to examine
the streamlined shape of her protective shell.
Clearly, a fine design.
"Forgive me this inconvenience,
but it's my instruction
to inform you that other worlds request your company.
You probably have a little anxiety.
As a matter of fact,
the same has recently happened to me.
I did react
with fear at first, but now I see
he richness of this polyphony.
Your new home will expose you to many colors of seduction,
as mine has, and some beautiful,
unfamiliar shoreline."
The clam began to stir at my suggestion.”

~ Virginia Hooper
From “The Lamentation”
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