This is very nice, Mark, & I take your point, but I don't feel that
something like '(its feathers ruffed against the cold)' would sound all
that silly.
Doug
On 13-Mar-06, at 2:43 PM, Mark Weiss wrote:
> No, that was fluff. A fluff girl is a fixture of porno movie sets.
> It's her job the keep the male actors alert between takes.
>
> Ruffled feathers refer to annoyance.
>
> My problem was that all of the possibilities I could think of sounded
> so silly, and there's no silliness to the image in the poem. And I
> wanted something brief, as in the spanish the entire parenthetical
> expression is the word hinchada. Alas.
>
> Here it is. It's by José Kozer.
>
>
> THE TREE OF LIFE
>
> The Greater Antilles began to appear at the sound of a pigeon’s flight.
>
> The flight fashioned the contours of an island of the Greater
> Antilles; the island
> now of hurricanes, guásima trees, the mother tongue
> finally done with naming those things at their hearts
> unsoundable.
>
> How else could one explain that the act of sealing the window would
> transpose
> from semi-darkness to a trackless light the snow covering
> the length and width of the nation, let the raven be left
> alone in the midst of the squall, the light renders violet
> (within it) the fruit at the foot of the raven (its feathers
> puffed out against the cold), hunger only hunger could
> convince it to pick the skin from some animal, tossing it
> side to side across its shadow.
>
>
>
> At 04:18 PM 3/13/2006, you wrote:
>> Hi Hal,
>>
>> I believe I did at some stage -- but it apparently got mistaken for
>> something from the porn trade.
>>
>> Cheers,
>> Jill
>>
>>
>> On Tuesday, March 14, 2006, at 04:05 AM, Halvard Johnson wrote:
>>
>>> Been out of town and not following the thread, but has anyone
>>> suggested "ruffle"?
>>>
>>> Hal
>>>
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>>> On Mar 13, 2006, at 11:49 AM, Douglas Barbour wrote:
>>>
>>>> Whoo boy, I was so busy with our returning Writers-in-Residence for
>>>> the past four days that I had not time to catch up with all the
>>>> sudden conversation on birds, just now getting on. But do I ever
>>>> remember the sound of the kookaburra, Jill, usually sitting on the
>>>> porches, or not much further away.
>>>>
>>>> I'm with those who chose 'fluff' etc, Mark.
>>>
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