the much I like your version I can't but remember a movie with grasshoppers
in Africa that ate down everything _a nightmare.
On 8/16/07, Joanna Boulter <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> We have grasshoppers. They're the polite version.
>
> joanna
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Anny Ballardini" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Thursday, August 16, 2007 1:12 PM
> Subject: Re: poem revised
>
>
> In Tuscany in the yellow summer fields, a "maracas-like rattle" as Martin
> says, and plenty of them in poems as well. You can find them also here in
> the north, but it has to be a very hot summer and then there are the
> crickets too. Completely different sounds, songs, cries whatever that is.
> I
> am surprised you do not have them in England.
>
> On 8/16/07, Joanna Boulter <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >
> > Am not sure whether it was cicadas or crickets I encountered in Malaysia
> > many years ago, but it was certainly something very similar, and they
> made
> > a
> > great deal of noise, especially at night. This could be rather
> exotically
> > pleasant; but when combined with dengue fever the effect is as though
> > one's
> > head is being assaulted by a road drill.
> >
> > Ah, thems wuz the days!
> >
> > joanna
> >
> > ----- Original Message -----
> > From: "MJ Walker" <[log in to unmask]>
> > To: <[log in to unmask]>
> > Sent: Thursday, August 16, 2007 11:26 AM
> > Subject: Re: poem revised
> >
> >
> > LA CIGALE ayant chanté
> > Tout l'Esté
> > Se trouva fort dépourveuë
> > Quand la Bize fut venuë -
> > La Fontaine (but he got it from an Oriental tale)
> > The cicada having sung/ all the summmer long/ finds itself without a
> > crumb/ when the winds of autumn come.
> > You could come to the South of France, although one doesn't actually see
> > them very often - they make an awful noise which has been described as a
> > maracas-like rattle. Their wings sort of cover their body like a roof,
> > unlike grasshoppers & such.
> > mj
> >
> > Roger Day wrote:
> >
> > >i don't know what cicadas sound like, I don't even know wht they look
> > like.
> > >
> > >On 8/16/07, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> > >
> > >>Well I have trouble with the first line -surely we know what they
> sound
> > >>like
> > >>-could it not be more informal shorter like say just(he says
> > >>tentatively!!)
> > >> cicadas trill
> > >>(or what ever they do blast stridulate ??barrack? clamour?? ballyhoo??
> > >>Cacophony?? Stridulating (like poets at a reading!!
> > >>Cheers P
> > >>
> > >>-----Original Message-----
> > >>From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
> On
> > >>Behalf Of andrew burke
> > >>Sent: 16 August 2007 07:27
> > >>To: [log in to unmask]
> > >>Subject: poem revised
> > >>
> > >>After a number of drafts, and some suggestions from p'etcers, notably
> > >>Max 'Cooee' Richards, I have revised my 'snap' poem, Changing the
> > >>Sprinkler (including changing its title):
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>Gibb River Evening
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>In the shrill sound of cicadas
> > >>I move the sprinkler
> > >>pulling the hose over
> > >>red rocky ground.
> > >>
> > >>Who drinks here
> > >>beneath the evening sky
> > >>with the lace silhouette
> > >>of tall gums before
> > >>the pink sky's edge?
> > >>A straw-necked ibis
> > >>wings away and quacks
> > >>like a duck. Beneath
> > >>ochre-red clay, amongst
> > >>a complex syntax of roots,
> > >>strongest of earth's creatures
> > >>push and pull a way
> > >>through thickest breath.
> > >>Webbed eggs fill a dark cavity,
> > >>a thick-bellied vein worms
> > >>by a deep chamber.
> > >>
> > >>I turn my ear to
> > >>a chortle, a choking sound
> > >>below the cicadas -
> > >>once, then nothing.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>--
> > >>Andrew
> > >>http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> > >>http://www.inblogs.net/hispirits
> > >>http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>--
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> > >>14/08/2007
> > >>17:19
> > >>
> > >>
> > >
> > >
> > >
> >
> > --
> > Ne'er fash your thumb what gods decree
> > To be the weird of you or me.
> >
> > Robert Fergusson
> >
>
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