“Birds enter into nature like stars into the sky, quickening her pulse and revealing the graces of her spirit.”
—H.J. Massingham’s Introduction to Poems About Birds
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My new poetry pamphlet, 'Corvidae: A Little Book Of Bold Birds' will be released on Friday, 4th of November 2022 at 6.00pm GMT in my Etsy Store
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a flurry of wings
bodies arched towards the ground:
birds are feeding
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hand quilting a red breasted merganser for a show in a local public park with my FNMI art collective and a local organization dedicated to reconciliation, the show is called ᐱᔦᓰᐢᑳᐤ piyêsîskâw, there is an abundance of birds. the piece is still in progress, i haven’t covered up the blood and grape jelly stains.
i’ve doing a lot of bird watching in the past few years, my city has some of the best bird watching in the world, apparently people come from all over the world to spot species that can only be found in this specific area.
i have also been thinking a lot about the words of palestinian poet marwan mahkoul
“in order for me to write poetry that isn’t political,
i must listen to the birds
and in order to listen to the birds
the warplanes must be silent”
i’m extremely grateful to live where i do, where there are no warplanes overheard and that birds live in sanctuaries, and it makes me sick to know that the government that systemically removed my people from our homelands and now forces many of us to live in the streets, are one of the many governments aiding in the systemic removal and genocide of palestinians.
as i have been quilting this i have been talking with members of my collective about how the struggles of FNMI and palestinians are linked both in our histories of genocide and in how the settler-colonial state that benefits from the removal of Indigenous land rights, the deaths of our people, and extraction of our resource is the same one aiding the settler-colonial state of israel in their efforts to do the very same thing to palestinians.
to marwan makhoul and every other palestinian: i hope that you can return homes and hear your birds again soon.
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first official day of napowrimo!!! april 1st prompt is: poem that recounts the plot of a novel you haven't read in a while. (warning for themes of war, bombing, & past abuse)
overnight in a bomb shelter
if the world ends this week
please brush my hair
i won’t ask you to be gentle
let me walk barefoot
farther away than the eye can see
in weather cold or warm
i may bite you
sting and curse you
don’t come too close
feed me and bathe me
that’s all i ask
but bombs scream overhead
planes shriek with their engines
sirens blare from the streets
in a murky shelter
buried beneath the mud
of your childhood home
your calloused hands are soft
dropping a blanket ‘round my shoulders
reading a book in the dark
my ears ring and my hands shake
you shield me with your palms
you promise to teach me to sew
to read and write
to run and climb
in moments in the dark
where the world might end
where all i smell is mold
you treat me like a child
who has never known love
i treat you like a woman
who has never known love
and for a moment
the world feels right
as the bombs scream overhead
‘cause the world might end tonight
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But we all know, don't we how sometimes things have to feel anger, so as not to be defeated?
I love this world, even in its hard places.
A bird too must love this world, even in its hard places
So, even if the effort may come to nothing, you have to do something.
It was generally speaking, a perfectly beautiful summer morning.
The gull beat the air with its good wing.
I kept my eyes on the road.
Mary Oliver
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A Cooking Egg
by T.S. Eliot
En l'an trentiesme de mon aage
Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beues …
Pipit sate upright in her chair
Some distance from where I was sitting;
Views of the Oxford Colleges
Lay on the table, with the knitting.
Daguerreotypes and silhouettes,
Her grandfather and great great aunts,
Supported on the mantelpiece
An Invitation to the Dance.
. . . . .
I shall not want Honour in Heaven
For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney
And have talk with Coriolanus
And other heroes of that kidney.
I shall not want Capital in Heaven
For I shall meet Sir Alfred Mond:
We two shall lie together, lapt
In a five per cent Exchequer Bond.
I shall not want Society in Heaven,
Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride;
Her anecdotes will be more amusing
Than Pipit's experience could provide.
I shall not want Pipit in Heaven:
Madame Blavatsky will instruct me
In the Seven Sacred Trances;
Piccarda de Donati will conduct me …
But where is the penny world I bought
To eat with Pipit behind the screen?
The red-eyed scavengers are creeping
From Kentish Town and Golder's Green;
Where are the eagles and the trumpets?
Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps.
Over buttered scones and crumpets
Weeping, weeping multitudes
Droop in a hundred A.B.C.'s
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NAPOWRIMO24 #15: Occultation
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s2 of hannibal will make it your mission in life to kill every authority figure abusing their position of power. with your bare hands.
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🦃 Poems About Birds edited by H.J. Massingham
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️/5
This anthology of poems captures the vibrant lives of birds through the eyes of poets from the Middle Ages to the 20th-Century.
The editor writes in the introduction that the criticism of anthologies not being big enough or not including enough often comes down to the fact that anthologies are meant to give you a taste of a common theme so you might look for more. This holds especially true for this volume as I feel like it focuses heavily on a few poets and doesn’t have a lot of diversity in the authorship.
I enjoyed each poem and had fun picking favorites from each era of writing. From the Middle Ages to the Restoration my favorite was “Philip my Sparrow” by Anon. From the Restoration to the Nineteenth Century my favorite was “The Robin in Winter” by William Cowper. From the Nineteenth to the Twentieth Century my favorite was obviously “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe. And my Twentieth Century Favorite was “The Return of the Goldfinches” by Sylvia Lynd.
Now don’t get me wrong, this is a great introduction to bird poems but if you’re looking for a more in depth collection, I’d recommend the Everyman’s Library “On Wings of Song”.
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my brain is so nonsensical, i will see omens in the most mundane shit but then when a dead blackbird appears a little ways away from outside the house i don't even blink
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I know “if I can stop one heart from breaking” is basically Firefly’s song but I somehow got to wondering if Robin wrote it from experience
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and why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you?
parrot from @mumboyumbo's royal au woahhh no way
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(HTTYD x MCYT crossover. No knowledge of the series is needed I just like the dragons :D )
There have always been hybrids as long as players have existed. Nobody truly knows where they first came from, but the common theory is that mob code and player code got mixed up, and the gods decided to keep hybrids alive. People seemed to like them after all.
But there is one species of hybrids that nobody knows the origin of. They appear to be dragons (and that is certainly what they call themselves), but there are no mobs that match with them.
And as with any rare species, there are safe places, and places that will enslave them. Hermitcraft is once such server made to keep these hybrids safe.
---A brief (and not complete) list of dragon hybrids on hermitcraft:
Whispering Death!Etho
Sentinel!Grian
Boneknapper!Cleo
Scuttleclaw!Ren
Monstrous Nightmare!Tango
Flightmare!Scar
Hermitcraft is built like it is for a reason, the fabric of the server woven into a safe haven by those who are othered, the structures and people, adaptable and kind, even in it's most dangerous times, they're there to create. The dragons are no different from the rest, and the universe has given them a soft place to land.
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The gods were young once, too weak to care for the universe they were born to protect. Thus, the dragons came to be, made of nothing but milk and love like the players after them.
Their sole purpose was to raise the gods, and once they were grown, and they no longer had a purpose, they went into hiding, until the world needed them again.
There were dragons when the gods were young, and now that they're back, different, yet the same, it's the gods turn to protect them.
-Mod Jer
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