Swampstrife
and spatterdock
lull
in the heavy waters;
some
thirty little frogs
spring
with each step you walk;
a
fish’s belly glitters
tangled
by rotting logs.
Over
near the grey rocks
muskrats
dip and circle
Out
of his rim of ooze
a
silt-black pond snail walks
inverted
on the surface
toward
what food he may choose.
You
look up; while you walk
the
sun bobs and is snarled
in
the enclosing weir
of
trees, in their dead stalks.
Stick
in the mud, old heart,
what
are you doing here?
yesterday @ Matt's house:
yesterday @ Matt's house:
yesterday from Ben @ a Santa Cruz beach — head on the left, digger right:
trimetrogon: a system of aerial photography in which one vertical and two oblique photographs are simultaneously taken for use in topographic mapping
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| Emerita analoga, Pacific sand/mole crab [Benjamin Pappas] |
more
from Ben Lerner’s Angle of Yaw:
A
person is phobic, that is, mentally unbalanced, when his [sic] fears
fail to cancel out his [sic] other fears. The healthy, too, are
terrified of heights, but equally terrified of depths, as terrified
of dark as light, open spaces as closed. The phobic are overbold, not
overly apprehensive, and must be conditioned to fear the opposite of
what they fear. The difficulty of such a treatment lies in finding
the counterbalancing terror. What is the opposite of a marketplace? A
prime number? Blood? A spider?
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| trimetrogon [WikiAnswers] |
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