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Comment on the sun, m-expletive f-expletive by Poetry + Prose, February 12 | Albany Poets

Poetry + Prose, February 12 | Albany Poets — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 15:02:40 +0000

[...] First one up was Bob Sharkey who said he had finished last year’s poem-a-day assignment, now on to a word-a-day, & so into “Another Deposition,” then to a piece about a confrontation at a party, “Benefit” (in honor of New York photographer Bill Cunningham) , then “Doctor Doctor.” Carolee was back after an absence with a new poem, “Crows on the 1st Cold Night of February,” then what I think is a first, read one of her Blog posts, “The Sun Mother-Fucker.” [...]

Comment on lips on the first syllable by Poetry + Prose, February 12 | Albany Poets

Poetry + Prose, February 12 | Albany Poets — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 14:50:34 +0000

[...] , then “Doctor Doctor.” Carolee was back after an absence with a new poem, “Crows on the 1st Cold Night of February,” then what I think is a first, read one of her Blog posts, “The Sun [...]

Comment on lips on the first syllable by James

James — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 19:15:36 +0000

I also like the way the refrain echoes away, like cawing fading as crows fly past. We only have three crows in our neighborhood so they’re not much for mobbing and they sound kind of lonely to me. Anyway, really strong poem here. Well done.

Comment on lips on the first syllable by Joseph Harker

Joseph Harker — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 16:34:47 +0000

Crows always sound like home and childhood to me. You want to talk about things getting drowned out by city sounds… oy.

Love that refrain as it diminishes into its own core.

Comment on lips on the first syllable by Deb

Deb — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 20:51:42 +0000

Beautifully done. I understand these crow gatherings to be occasional family reunions. In my neighborhood they are limited to 25-30. A mob this may be. Or a family.

Or both.

Also telling. Eh?

Wonderful poem you’ve got out of this.

And what Dale said.

Comment on lips on the first syllable by Dale Favier

Dale Favier — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 20:12:12 +0000

When you’re a friend of crows, you have friends everywhere, we say at my house. But this draws me in: they can be sinister, and they’re never kindly creatures. And I love the bit about closing down the mouth at the end of the word!

Comment on lips on the first syllable by Dave Bonta

Dave Bonta — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 18:17:12 +0000

I agree with Tess –n that does look like mobbing behavior, as opposed to just roosting. Neat video in any case, and I like the poem.

Comment on i step through the not-quite by kjpgarcia

kjpgarcia — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 18:04:45 +0000

It’s nice to read some good poetry from a fellow Albany poet. And ‘february, without snow’ is the poem I wish I wrote.

Comment on lips on the first syllable by kathylynnbentz

kathylynnbentz — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 17:47:50 +0000

An interesting crow followup:

When we meditate on the crow and align with it, we are instilled with the wisdom to know ourselves beyond the limitations of one-dimensional thinking and laws. We are taught to appreciate the many dimensions of both reality and ourselves, and to learn to trust our intuition and personal integrity.

Crow can also teach us to be mindful about judging people automatically. Be mindful of your opinions and actions. You need to walk your talk, to speak your truth and to know your life’s mission. Again, trust your intuition and personal integrity, to create your own standards, whether or not they match those of the world around you. Be an individual, think for yourself, don’t necessarily follow the crowd!

Crow is an omen of change. Crows live in the void and have no sense of time, therefore being able to see past, present and future simultaneously. They unite both the light and the dark, both the inner and the outer. Crow is the totem of the Great Spirit and must be held with utmost respected. They are representations of creation and spiritual strength.

Crows are messengers, telling us about the creation and magic all around us, that is available to us just for the asking. Look for opportunities to bring into being the magic of life.

Just sayin’!!

Comment on lips on the first syllable by Tess

Tess — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 17:47:27 +0000

The crows may have been ganging up on an owl – they mob owls when they find them. Sharks & Jets, with yelling and pecking instead of dancing and switchblades.