Nesting Dove
—Photo by Katy Brown
GREY MADONNA
—Katy Brown, Davis
She holds me hostage
—Katy Brown, Davis
She holds me hostage
with her wild vulnerability—
her shyness—a barrier
to my human routines.
She’s out there now,
the rose-grey dove
sitting on her hasty nest
in the empty bird feeder.
She brought strands of dry grass,
She brought strands of dry grass,
weaving them into an oval
in the hanging square
of the mesh feeder by my door.
She softly croons, a song heard
She softly croons, a song heard
only by the wind and stars—
and waits in feathered patience
for what will come.
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FIVE CROWS
—Katy Brown
—Katy Brown
The crows look disgruntled this afternoon,
the feathers around their necks in disarray from wind
that sprung up ahead of an in-coming storm.
They strut on the lawn across the street,
They strut on the lawn across the street,
leaning back in that stiff commandant-stance
they assume when claiming territory.
No cat today to notice their slow patrol;
No cat today to notice their slow patrol;
no mockingbirds or magpies to intimidate.
It’s hard to say what draws them here.
They tilt their heads at the distant rumble of thunder;
They tilt their heads at the distant rumble of thunder;
and all five lift off at once—like a gang of thugs
exiting a motorcycle bar.
They circle the street, climbing steeply,
They circle the street, climbing steeply,
cawing displeasure, and flap toward the row
of tossing eucalyptus trees down the block.
The whoosh of wind sweeps the sound
The whoosh of wind sweeps the sound
of the retreating crows down the street.
The sun appears a little brighter
on the lawn where five crows congregated
on the lawn where five crows congregated
to plot some new, unfriendly mischief
in the quiet neighborhood below a row of blue gum trees.
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UP NEAR THE CROW'S NEST
—Katy Brown
—Katy Brown
Rock me in the rigging
rock me, rock me
up near the crow’s nest
and northern star—tied
in a hammock of salt-stiff jute
where the boson’s lute drizzles
a song through
the swaying spars.
Well-patched sails luff in the wind;
Well-patched sails luff in the wind;
it’s enough up here—now—rocking
rocking, rocking in the salt-stiff jute
—the notes of a lute drifting
up from the bow in a tune
like a lullaby: rock me, rock me.
The crow’s nest swaying
The crow’s nest swaying
the sound of the lute—
salt-stiff jute forms a creaking nest
grant me rest, grant me rest
rocking rocking rocking
up in the rigging with luffing sails
while the boson’s lute plays a lullaby.
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ELEPHANTS CAN'T JUMP
—Katy Brown
—Katy Brown
Today the word is limits
—well, maybe it was flower or follower.
Brace for the intense hum of bees boiling out
—or the hollow silence of an empty hive.
I’ve depended on routine and ritual
I’ve depended on routine and ritual
to keep me grounded.
Someone is cooking bacon and onions
Someone is cooking bacon and onions
down the street.
I think of ringing their bell
and asking myself to dinner.
Colors shift toward orange
Colors shift toward orange
in the evening light.
I’ve walked this concrete route
all hours of the day
in all seasons
looking for the white crow
that lives in a neighborhood flock.
Orphans come in all ages.
I’m working on letting go—
Orphans come in all ages.
I’m working on letting go—
not the closing-doors and opening-windows kind.
I’ve seen too many windows open onto brick walls
and doors that lead into cellars.
Letting go of the ephemeral:
things I thought I could count on
but were only mine on loan;
mine only on loan.
I’m learning odd facts, new ways of thinking.
I’m learning odd facts, new ways of thinking.
How to cope with shadows.
How to find Aldebaran.
—Photo by Taylor Graham
RELEASE MECHANISM
—Taylor Graham, Placerville
—Taylor Graham, Placerville
Today they let me go.
I can't wait for the forest to catch up with me.
Past the old railroad grade
for hauling logs out of the woods
to be mechanically turned into walls and doors
that long ago became kindling for a fire.
When did the trees give out?
Berries upgrade everything with their dusty
sweet black breath, their voices.
Coyotes eat them in the dusky dark, and leave
their sign full of seeds and fur.
I taste one berry close to the thorn, to the bone.
Game-trails beckon through the green
eternity of bramble. Old sleeping-bag
adobe'd into clay, someone found
a hidden space to sleep among sweet berries
by the pond, where they put a cyclone-
fence around anything so wild,
but maybe that's just my amnesia. Clouds
of pond-water when my pup emerged to shake
her joy all over me. Today
they let me go, issued me fresh batteries.
I didn't tell them about the pond,
out beyond the bridge, quietly slipping away.
They'd've said I'm crazy.
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DR KAY
—Richard Hansen, Sacramento
Dr Kay was a Civil Engineer
for the city of Cupertino or Sunnyvale
—Richard Hansen, Sacramento
Dr Kay was a Civil Engineer
for the city of Cupertino or Sunnyvale
somewhere!!
around there
in the mid 70s
and he taught a course at De Anza Jr College
called
“Deductive Logic”
promoting greater knowledge
in the Humanities
in the Dept of Philosophy
So
I thought
we’d be discussing John Locke
Or Plato, perhaps Alexander Pope who wrote:
“what is is right”
And a learned Professor
with intellect and insight
Could demonstrate the greater meaning
of such lofty thinking
Comprising the lyrics
of songs musicians sing
oooooWeeeee this was heady!
so
I bought the textbook by Copi
and was horrified to see
Mathematics on every page, like:
A implies B
and
B implies C
then of course
A implies C don’t you know
Well Fuck! I didn’t and so
Everyone failed the mid-term
except two who got As
being engineering students
they didn’t have much to say
and Dr Kay’s expression dropped
not being at all stern
sharing some thoughts
talked about his doctoral pursuits
and all that he had so easily learned
with one notable struggle:
A course in metal fatigue
when one builds with railroad trussels
And being the man in charge
of so much public safety
Taking very seriously his responsibility
Dr Kay spent many extra hours researching
because
knowledge of metal fatigue was vital
and essentially
was assumed to be a part of his mastery
But now
he’s charged with increasing our knowledge
He adopted new modalities of instruction Plus:
extended his office hours
re-wrote the course syllabus
got those engineering students to tutor us
And one of his lectures included
a slide show of The Parthenon too
Mentioning the creativity and beauty
of elegant Greek engineering including
The logic and math so tightly wrapped
The Parthenon IS right and true
Isn’t that a fact!
just look at it man!
Appreciation
for deductive reasoning
was the logical result
given
that which was supposed
earlier in the semester
so
Long story short: I got a B
learning conditions in logic
that combined with validity
like:
a truth implies a truth
“hey that’s easy”
but
a nontruth implies a nontruth too
and it valid!
“Oh Really?”
Yes
Just thumb through so many pages and look
at the true table provided in Copi’s book
and lookit:
We can make a premise negative
with statements such as:
“it isn’t the case that”
but in notation we use a squiggle that
looks like a drunk minus sign
placed in front of a premise
to oppose what’s originally defined
And transferring language to symbols
takes time
But with practice you’ll do fine
A nontruth can never validly imply
Something that’s true
in logic or in life
So I never worry while driving
in the south bay
in and around San Jose
or
Was it Cupertino? or Sunnyvale?
Well, anyway
I know the overpasses will never fail
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around there
in the mid 70s
and he taught a course at De Anza Jr College
called
“Deductive Logic”
promoting greater knowledge
in the Humanities
in the Dept of Philosophy
So
I thought
we’d be discussing John Locke
Or Plato, perhaps Alexander Pope who wrote:
“what is is right”
And a learned Professor
with intellect and insight
Could demonstrate the greater meaning
of such lofty thinking
Comprising the lyrics
of songs musicians sing
oooooWeeeee this was heady!
so
I bought the textbook by Copi
and was horrified to see
Mathematics on every page, like:
A implies B
and
B implies C
then of course
A implies C don’t you know
Well Fuck! I didn’t and so
Everyone failed the mid-term
except two who got As
being engineering students
they didn’t have much to say
and Dr Kay’s expression dropped
not being at all stern
sharing some thoughts
talked about his doctoral pursuits
and all that he had so easily learned
with one notable struggle:
A course in metal fatigue
when one builds with railroad trussels
And being the man in charge
of so much public safety
Taking very seriously his responsibility
Dr Kay spent many extra hours researching
because
knowledge of metal fatigue was vital
and essentially
was assumed to be a part of his mastery
But now
he’s charged with increasing our knowledge
He adopted new modalities of instruction Plus:
extended his office hours
re-wrote the course syllabus
got those engineering students to tutor us
And one of his lectures included
a slide show of The Parthenon too
Mentioning the creativity and beauty
of elegant Greek engineering including
The logic and math so tightly wrapped
The Parthenon IS right and true
Isn’t that a fact!
just look at it man!
Appreciation
for deductive reasoning
was the logical result
given
that which was supposed
earlier in the semester
so
Long story short: I got a B
learning conditions in logic
that combined with validity
like:
a truth implies a truth
“hey that’s easy”
but
a nontruth implies a nontruth too
and it valid!
“Oh Really?”
Yes
Just thumb through so many pages and look
at the true table provided in Copi’s book
and lookit:
We can make a premise negative
with statements such as:
“it isn’t the case that”
but in notation we use a squiggle that
looks like a drunk minus sign
placed in front of a premise
to oppose what’s originally defined
And transferring language to symbols
takes time
But with practice you’ll do fine
A nontruth can never validly imply
Something that’s true
in logic or in life
So I never worry while driving
in the south bay
in and around San Jose
or
Was it Cupertino? or Sunnyvale?
Well, anyway
I know the overpasses will never fail
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NO POETRY TODAY
—Katy Brown
—Katy Brown
No phrases or stunning words or forms;
no sentiments that I desire to share:
the muse has left for good this time.
Language has its limits, here—
Language has its limits, here—
no term for this creative void;
no phrase or moving word or form.
Words are an imperfect bridge
Words are an imperfect bridge
from heart to heart when meaning counts.
My fickle muse has left for good.
There is no language for a stranded soul
There is no language for a stranded soul
caught between expression and desire—
no catchy word, no form, no phrase.
The syntax of the heart, the lexicon of charm:
The syntax of the heart, the lexicon of charm:
there’ll be no poetry today.
The muse has packed her trunk and fled.
No term for dread that causes such distress—
No term for dread that causes such distress—
no crumb of inspiration or incentive;
no phrase or form or thought-provoking word.
My muse has flown and left no forwarding address.
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Today's LittleNip:
UNINVITED
—Taylor Graham
—Taylor Graham
What's riffling
the quiet of cedar pond
this hot spring
day? No breeze—
just puppy splashing dog-joy
like it was heaven.
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like it was heaven.
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—Medusa, suggesting you click on today's pix to see enlarged versions of them, including the shadow of the head of Loki, Taylor Graham's dog, lurking near the pond...
—Photo by Katy Brown
