flames are the feathers of this bird
but I’m not calling the fire brigade
—life burns life
this is a particular bird
whose flame is multitudinous red
with flamboyant nuance:
high-frequency colorwheels thrown in
and well-played purple notes of a bass line
in its wings
—but “multitudinous” fails to tell the tale
of this bonfire bird,
a bird blown by algorithmic winds
at the keystrokes of a friend
lands blazing on my screen and sits
—this birdblaze with redgold beak
sharper than human wit
what do you say when a thing like this comes to light
which exceeds sunshine acid visions?
makes them lame
how to state the spectral luxury of this bird,
to see it, out on a limb, its satiating color
which some pure mind has wrought?
I could say, “Rufous-Backed Kingfisher”
or “Ceyx rufidorsa”
but how to really say it?
how to paint it?
how to see it?
how to hold it in mind’s eye?
don’t try, begin
~ Jim Culleny, “Begin” in 3 Quarks Daily
Notes: Photo – ACJC.S with Oriental Dwarf Kingfisher. Poem: 3QuarksDaily
What a beautifully coloured bird!
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Agree!
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That is nuts! My goodness! To bestow all those colours on one creature…
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Ha! Incredible, right?!?!
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Like Beth said!
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this bird can never just blend in, it was born as a piece of living art
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Truth!
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‘Don’t try to begin!’ Such a gorgeous bird 👏
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She is!
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“…a bird blown by algorithmic winds
at the keystrokes of a friend…”
Love this riotous description…as rollicking as this beauty’s plumage. ☺️
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Yes!
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Multitudinous red, eh?
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Eh, right.
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There is only one other place I’ve encountered “multitudinous”. It appears four times in Moby Dick. Not that I’m that well read.
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Wow. How did you know that?
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Its a favorite book of mine. It appears first in the chapter titled The Sermon:
“Then God spake unto the fish; and from the shuddering cold and blackness of the sea, the whale came breeching up towards the warm and pleasant sun, and all the delights of air and earth; and ‘vomited out Jonah upon the dry land;’ when the word of the Lord came a second time; and Jonah, bruised and beaten—his ears, like two sea-shells, still multitudinously murmuring of the ocean—Jonah did the Almighty’s bidding. And what was that, shipmates? To preach the Truth to the face of Falsehood!”
Great chapter!
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Very good!
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Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
Another new day, another Monday, another week … ‘Don’t try, begin … Jim Culleny, “Begin” in 3 Quarks Daily!
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Oh my. Speechless.
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Yes!
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pretty picture
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Yes!
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gratitude for beauty in our world while facing Monday: “don’t try, begin!”
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Exactly!
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Saw Kingfisher birds in South Devon, England. They are AMAZING creatures. They also give us back some hope that maybe, just maybe, we ARE able to save some of the nature mankind is so adept to kill off.
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Oh My God. You go from Light to Dark in 3 seconds! Come on! You’ve stripped the wonderful Halo that was hovering around me!
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I’m so sorry, I’m (sadly?) somebody who is always seeing all the sides. The beauty however is that it makes me, over all, a happier person because there is always and still SO MUCH to love, admire, appreciate, IF you can see it.
Now I go and polish your halo….. Look how bright it has become once more!
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Laughing. My Halo is back!
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I’m glad for you. I would never ‘hurt’ you! And I do not want to disappoint you…. 😉
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A nice post
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Thank you Joanne.
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Such beauty in flight!!! Your word and photo pairing always so perfect…Had an early snow this morning and the many varieties of birds gathered in our bountiful natural feeding grounds…they do this daily and they know that generation after generation they are taught that our garden is bountiful with dependable food source ///My love of birds, started as a young child…climbing trees to look in nest…chasing robins with a salt shaker in hand… I was told if I salted a robins tail it would be mine! ah, the innocence – I was always watching birds…they live in true freedom…when we were first married for entertainment we hiked, camped & flew over a lot of white water sometime the boys would let me out on the bank cause the thrill seeking would get too dangerous – all activities we could within minutes out our door along with a little gas money…We usually ended our weekend going to the community center Sunday evening, to watch slideshows of an older man shared, he was a birder like us…we learned a lot by watching his slides and listening, gaining from his knowledge, he was a good narrator…and then just yesterday experienced a real thrill…I’ll send an email about that!
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Thank you Christie.
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What a command of the English language! As colorful and unique as the bird!!
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Agree!
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It’s so beautiful, love it!
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It is. So beautiful…..
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Colour.
We can always use more.
In our lives.
In our hearts.
Where the soul breathes.
Tears we shed.
Smiles we give…and receive.
Colour.
More.
Please.
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Love it. Agree.
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Even the beautiful bird is a red head! 🙂 I’ve asked before what is your Spirit Bird this year? Wouldn’t surprise me if you selected a Red Cardinal !
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Laughing!
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