It seems I just can't keep the same intellectual pace up anymore. I haven't really read any scholarly works in some time. I've slowed down in my Wharton readings as well. I suppose the lull is understandable given the intensity of the past few weeks, but it is somewhat dismaying. I'm hoping to go to the map and photo archives tomorrow to find some information about the historical hydrology and geology of Pendleton, Oregon. The due date for this Columbia Basin paper is fast approaching.
Channeled Scablands
1.
I will be a reminder
a curve
hugging close hand
to hip
a whiff of water
in a wasteland
slip of skin black
between shadowy hillocks
a glimmer of cataclysm
some will say
sun white in open sky
light I will be
reflecting
whispers the fluvial
fluctuations
of will whirling
star-spit in a field of
basalt umbilici
3 comments:
I like the nw look! the poem is a litte deep for me but what do I know? Go be light!
I like the poem. It reminds me of cake a little, not in that it compares machines and humans, but rather nature is humanized. At least that's the feeling I get from it. It's nice :)
i love the peom...very cutting and i like the play on words. As for academic paces....i honestly feel that at this point you've been going non stop for a year...take bird take a trip and chill before classes really get crazy again....you deserve it
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