March 2nd, 2010


[Image: from “Modifications to the ICE ‘Polyhedral Model Kit’”
by Phillip Barak, PhD, Assoc Prof, Dept of Soil Science
 at Univ of Wisconsin-Madison]


[Image: from “Modifications to the ICE ‘Polyhedral Model Kit’”
by Phillip Barak, PhD, Assoc Prof, Dept of Soil Science
 at Univ of Wisconsin-Madison]


Another installation of this game I play where I open Itunes, enable Shuffle, listen to the first song that comes up, and write whatever comes to mind about it.
This time I was served up a song from The Knife, off their record “Silent Shout”, called “The Captain”. I love this song — it always settles & unsettles me with its cold vistas & brittle expanse.
First, the song:
And here, a poem I wrote for it:
Spray of marbles skipping along vast mesa of chrome. Slow fanning wingspan of hungry metal owls sweeping over stone. A long thunder, away. Measured avalanche of straw, sand & aluminum upon meadows of magenta blossom. Old indigo geysers, dusted with crimson flakes. Gray coral spiking up from pink ponds. The distant throaty lowing of beasts.
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Firefighters of Tetrisburg, lay down your hoses and come burrow with us. Hide from fire, let it play for a day. We'll poke vienna sausages up through manholes and roast them at the feet of floods of flames.
C. Way/ SnailCrow.com © 2008

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Photograph of Katherine with Doves Language arcs away to white Curves with soft fluttering White soft arc And then is arcing Gone Like her soft jawline Gracing down from earlobe and arc-sweeping up to chin Like paralleling Proud bowing arc Of dove-white Soft dove-breast Arcing gone To two soft white dovings
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(The Katherine Hepburn Photo)