All inputs duly noted. Now I get to put the ms
under my pillow for a coupleof weeks.
Mark
At 11:37 AM 3/14/2006, you wrote:
>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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>>
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>What’s received’s given out
>in smaller measure. The speaker as hearer
>comprehends what he can’t
>say, a music of what sounds him.
>
> Wayne Clifford
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