The Sky Refutes East and West
Here, the horizon lingers.
The open eye, the mouth’s shape.
A hoop, the circle without iris.
Does the screech owl acknowledge latitude and hemisphere?
The Semitic alphabet contained no vowels, thus O
emerged as a consonant with a pupil, morphing into a dotted ring,
and later, with the Greeks, an unembellished circle (which of course
they cracked open and placed at the end). The female lays eggs
on the remnants of earlier meals lining the bottom of her den.
If you listen at night you might hear the purring of a feathered
cat (the Texas screech owl’s call varies from that of its eastern cousins).
The difference between sphere and ball.
To pronounce the Phoenician word for eye, sing the lowest note possible,
then drop two octaves. They usually carry prey back to their nests.
Screech owls are limited to the Americas.
Coincidence and error, the circumference of other.
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“The Sky Refutes East and West” was first published in Prime Number Magazine, and also appears in my chapbook The Circumference of Other, included in Ides: A Collection of Poetry Chapbooks (Silver Birch Press, 2015).
This is kind of amazing. Seriously.
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Thanks, Leslie. The poems in this series marked a seismic shift in my writing.
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The earth moved? 😉
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Not in the manner that Hemingway wrote about, but almost. For the first time I felt like I knew what I was doing. A strange feeling for me.
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Language! And owls! Dude this is killer.
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Glad you like it. I love screech owls. I find their calls relaxing.
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Brilliant! Loved every bit of it
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Thank you!
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Nice!
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Thanks, Eve.
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Loved this one.
The featured image – gravatar for “O”?
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Thank you. Now that’s an idea…
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A fantastic reading experience as always 🙂
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I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thank you!
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This reminds me of the symbol from the “Burn the Witch” video that guy wore on the chain around his neck
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I’m not familiar with the video. Will have to check it out. Thanks.
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It’s awesome
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Again, education and lyric imagery joined with skill and gentility. (And now, I must look up the Texas Screech Owl’s call, to see how it differs from our Eastern’s — can we joke about whose has the accent?!) 🙂
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Our screech owls “purr,” with only a slight drawl. 🙂 We also have the typical hoot owls hanging around, too. I prefer the little screechers.
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A beautifully crafted piece of reflection , simply superb Robert !
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You are very kind. Thank you.
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“To pronounce the Phoenician word for eye, sing the lowest note possible,
then drop two octaves. They usually carry prey back to their nests.”
I choose to believe this is true.
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There may be some exaggeration…
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Too late, I still choose to believe this is true.
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I’ll be the first to admit that my Phoenician is a tad, uh, sketchy. But there is the truth of fact and then there’s the truth of the poem. 🙂
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You are heads and honors far above me as a poet 🙂
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Ha. Just one word followed by another.
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Modest too 🙂
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i see you have made a return to your factual (if a little hyperbolic, on the subject of Phoenician phonetics) poems. a number of your recent poems have dealt very closely with a central image, or treated imagery as the central stylistic basis, rather than facts. anything galvanized this stylistic volta?
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Not wanting to be pigeon-holed, I enjoy working with different techniques and styles. I’ve never really left the “factual poems,” but have posted few of the more recent ones. So I go back and forth, as the poems demand. What I post depends upon what is available (a goodly number of poems are circulating among various publishers) and my mood on any particular day.
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They are indeed quite different! I love all owls but have only once heard a screech owl (I assume up here they would be Eastern); the Western call is far more haunting, almost an invocation.
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Owls are pleasurable (if you’re not their prey). I love hoot owls too, but one occasionally insists upon hooting outside our bedroom, which can get mildly annoying in the middle of the night.
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I smiled and laughed while reading this.
For it is simply brilliant and funny at the same time.
If only I can do writings the way you do.
Love it, Robert!
(⁀ᗢ⁀)
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You are always so kind, Sherrie. Thank you.
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You are so welcome, Robert!
(◑‿◐)
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Your wording is phenomenal, I hope that one day I can grasp the language with this technical ability and artistic flair.
I had a seismic shift in writing style about a year ago with a book I was doing but things prevented me from finishing it off xx
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You’re very generous. Thank you.
Have you planned a return to that book?
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If my plans worked out I’d be on my fifth book in the series… sadly, that’s not something that happens easily for me… but I meant what I said haha
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Life consistently interferes with my plans.
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The image itself is poetry to my eyes, the words…….well, the words are just phantasmagorical!
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Thank you, Peter. Much appreciated.
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The Chinese name for owl is 貓頭鷹 - word for word, Cat Head Eagle.
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I love that!
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Yes, you know what you are doing. No question about it. This is owlsome. 😀
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Then I have no egrets. 🙂
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Breathtaking … I wish I could write like this.
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Thank you, Charlotte!
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Of course, I love it
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Thanks very much, fellow Austinite!
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Once I started exploring your blog, I couldn’t stop reading your incredible poetry. I am glad I found you!
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Thank you, Dolly. Please make yourself at home. 🙂
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I thank I already did. Making myself a cup of tea…
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Carry on, then. 🙂
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Robert, I am so sorry, but I accidentally trashed your comment about reblogging your poem. I will be honored to do that, but since mine is a food blog, I’ll need to connect it to food somehow. Will you give me a couple of days? Also, I heard through a very reliable grapevine that you have done poem translations of Google Translate gibberish. Where can I find some of those?
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Sorry to be a pest, but I think part of my previous comment went to you, even though it was addressed to a different person. Please disregard the reblogging part unless you want me to reblog some of your poems.
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Not a problem. Feel free to reblog any of my posts. I actually have quite a few related to food, as cooking is one of my passions. Enter any of these keywords in the search field above, and you’ll find a few of them: carnitas, pantry, chili, chipotle, osso buco, bread, rice, shrimp.
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Thank you so much, looking forward to reading them.
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