Some see an interruption, a disruption,
our marks upon the landscape.
Really so different from a termite’s mound
or a bee’s hive or bird’s nest?
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Part of an ongoing series that I have not worked on in a while and lately have felt that I need to get back to.
Time for a power-line hunt.
A Prayer Like Gravity 
when they are photographed like this, in this light – they cannot look ugly
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Thank you, Jen
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Welcome
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I don’t know. So much of our detritus does not look “organic” in the way a bird’s nest, termite mound, etc. looks organic. As if it is “right” with this world.
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Perhaps the termite’s mound
does not look organic
to the termite…
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Of course. We’re all wearing the wrong glasses.
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we’re all wearing
glasses that
overlay our
cities of
the night
with maps
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What is Dora the Explorer to do?
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Swipe
the swiper…
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the lines of our enquiry
and truncations of our plans
might occasionally frame
the moon
but can never find the socket
to plug into until we trust the sky
and float
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that ‘moon’ was supposed to be bold but I used ‘‘ instead of ‘‘ – where is there a palette when you need one …!
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Yes! The html/css palette is like having to mix pigments with every single brush-stroke.
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this moon
is plenty bold
to interrupt
my anti-
reverie
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I bet a super hero flying in and landing after dark would beg to differ….
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But what if
this super
hero was
Termite Man!?
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then I would roll him in chocolate and eat him
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something along the lines of “In the Night Kitchen”
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Hm? Not familiar.
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Ah. Sendak. Sounds like it’s right up my alley. Must have.
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…and gain his Super Wood Chomping and Digesting Powers!!
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Yes! Aren’t poetry collections such fun? I’m glad to have discovered this 🙂
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This evening, I’m thinking you’re talking apples and oranges. Hives and mounds are homes. Poles and wires are conduits for communication, for electricity. What is the bee and termite equivalence?
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Apples and oranges both are fruit–both grow on trees.
All encrustations of our existence.
Perhaps the ants complaint of their neighbors pheromonal pollution, their ceaseless dancing in the sky…
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I see trees limbed, skinned and strung out across the landscape in straight lines, bound with heavy cable and thin wires. Rooted in concrete. Powerful. Stoic. Burdened but not bent. A theme I keep forgetting and remembering again. Awesome photograph!
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Quite blown away by your kind and insightful words, Chris.
Thank you so much.
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