The muffled sound of the fruit
as it carefully breaks from a branch,
amid the incessant chant
of the silence, deep in the woods.
1908
Contributed By: Alistair Noon, Osip Mandelshtam
The muffled sound of the fruit
as it carefully breaks from a branch,
amid the incessant chant
of the silence, deep in the woods.
1908
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The revelers have stumbled home to bed, leaving crushed beer cans and plastic cups for joggers and dog walkers to avoid as they hustle past my house in icy silence. It’s too cold to talk or bark—too cold for birds who shiver on bare branches to tweet warnings that overhead a hungry hawk is circling […]
I can’t remember precisely the first time I saw The Woman’s Film, a collaborative short documentary made by San Francisco Newsreel in 1971, but I do remember being struck by its boldly feminist mode of address and content. It has stuck with me for years and now I use it in class anytime I can. […]
1. Sunlight – 90 million miles and then through a baby’s ear. 2. Old shoes speak the pungent slang of feet. 3. Musical instruments go blind in pawnshop windows. 4. A coffee ring on a book is the hoof-print of Pegasus. 5. Birds began as secretaries to the dinosaurs. 6. Thrown out unused, the condom will never know what it […]