also NSOED, quotes N. Blake:
"Birds huddled in the snow-laden hedges their plumage fluffed out."
On 3/13/06, Roger Day <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> I've heard this bird-thing described as "plumped-up" but...
>
> http://www.newton.dep.anl.gov/askasci/gen01/gen01375.htm
> http://www.ornithology.com/lectures/Metabolism.html
> http://www.wbu.com/edu/winter_feeding.htm
>
> the consensus seems to be "fluff".
>
> Roger
>
> On 3/13/06, Jill Jones <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> > Yep, I do know what a fluffer is. Can also be a bloke in the boys own
> > area of porn. There actually was a gay film called The Fluffer. Didn't
> > keep my interest, but there you go.
> >
> > But I was meaning 'ruffle' as in feathers. As in birds, not persons
> > being annoyed. I did see it somewhere refer just to birds doing the
> > ruffle, fluff kind of feathery thing.
> >
> > Anyway ,,,
> >
> > Perhaps it could also be 'its feathers fluffed up against the cold'.
> >
> > Cheers,
> > Jill
> >
> >
> >
> > On Tuesday, March 14, 2006, at 08:43 AM, 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.
> >
> >
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