Microsquish Outlook, into which I dropped the poem, does funny
things--it by default stripped my line breaks. "You mean I've been
speaking prose all my life and didn't know it?" I don't know who got it
as a looks-like-a-poem and who didn't. I wonder if it makes any
difference....
As far as the deer in Jersey, the arguments rage back and forth every
blessed year. The best argument is to neuter the creatures with
dart-delivered implants--I'm not sure how it works or IF it works to
reduce the population.
I have heard to groups forming (not in Jersey) to shoot stray cats.
Human beings rock....
ken
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Ken Wolman
Miercom
www.mier.com
609-490-0200, ext. *8-14
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry and
> poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Peter
Ciccariello
> Sent: Tuesday, January 31, 2006 3:29 PM
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: Even older & not a Snap (was RE: Old Snap...............)
>
> Thanks for that Ken. Captures the conflict quite nicely. Some
> communities seem to co-exist, others have no compassion whatever. The
> danger to and from vehicles is the worst. I remember so many tragic
> stories when I lived out east on Long Island.
>
> -Peter
>
> ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
>
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Ken Wolman <[log in to unmask]>
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Sent: Tue, 31 Jan 2006 14:30:46 -0500
> Subject: Even older & not a Snap (was RE: Old Snap...............)
>
> Deer. When I lived in Wayne, NJ there were frequent deer-sightings
in
> people's yards. The tree areas and woods were increasingly limited by
> development. So, hungry, they come into people's tract house yards.
> I'm a bit confused about deer. On the one hand they are a pain to
> people who garden or have trees. Fights erupt every year in Jersey
over
> a deer hunt because in truth the creatures DO over-proliferate and
> devour anything vegetative they can find, including fruit orchards.
On
> the other, they are gorgeous and graceful.
>
> IN PRAISE OF HAUNTINGS
>
> Where the tract houses face the last woods,
> the deer materialize through sunrise mists,
> weeping for vegetation. Seen
> fleetingly from cars, their substance
> is stealth and disbelief: a doe and her fawns,
> apparitions of fading forest memories,
> oblivious to tort or damage,
> fight back starvation in someone's front yard
> with graceful, mindless theft.
> Persistent, spooked and beautiful, they
> cannot learn the customs of come-lately highways,
> step instead into semis making 80 on the downgrade.
> Frozen in the speed lane, run to ground, they are yours,
> meat and reproach. Stop to check the damage
> to the chrome: the other deer drift silent
> from the woods, stare through great shining eyes.
>
> KTW/7-12-96
> -----------------------------
> Ken Wolman
> Miercom
> www.mier.com
> 609-490-0200, ext. *8-14
>
> > -----Original Message-----
> > From: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry
and
> > poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Peter
> Ciccariello
> > Sent: Tuesday, January 31, 2006 11:50 AM
> > To: [log in to unmask]
> > Subject: Re: Old Snap...............
> >
> > Thanks Patrick,
> > Whitetail deer are actually quite common in the Northeast US, even
> to
> > the point of being a nuisance to local homeowners. I always thought
of
> > them as being magical,
> >
> > -Peter
>
>
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