Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Susan Kay Anderson: Long (In the North)


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Loen, Kjendalskronebrae, Nordfjord, Norway, c. 1890: photochrome print, Detroit Publishing Co., 1905 (Library of Congress)

 


The wait for summer long
the summer about a week
in all. It was mysterious
to imagine
any thing else.




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Midnight sun, Bell Sound, Norway, c. 1890: photochrome print, Detroit Publishing Co., 1905 (Library of Congress)

7 comments:

  1. The midnight moon
    will have to do
    this summer
    of berries
    walking Daisy
    not too far
    from Nome
    maybe up
    to Chicken Hill
    to the owls, the dirt
    the Nome Nugget
    a heavy idea
    to carry
    around

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  2. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bkyCrx4DyMk&feature=related

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  3. Tom and Susan,

    Jupiter and Venus low in the eastern sky, full moon going down as sun rises -- must be summer today, here at least for a day. . .

    7.3

    first silver edge of sun above shadowed
    ridge, white circle of moon by branches
    in foreground, sound of wave in channel

    electromagnetic field, this
    equation then defined

    line drawn on the continuum,
    therefore, it follows

    grey white fog against invisible ridge,
    line of pelicans flapping toward point

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  4. By the sound
    of the bell
    I try to ignore
    the moon
    pretend it
    is the sun
    unwinding itself
    now this day
    breaking

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  5. To have had Susan and Steve blessing this site with berries and moons and planets all through a day spent here in yet another awful entry into the shop till you drop glaring madhouse parking lots of a pre-Emission-Day holiday for yet another outpatient surgical procedure consequent to being run over by the demented horsepower (chariot without a consciousness at the reins) of an Empire gone mad and deluded by its own I-Phone Apps into thinking it has a future -- well, on such a day, one is grateful for one's friends.

    And then fell darkness upon the simulated midnight sun-bursts of a thunderous storm of explosions preventing rest or peace or thought and reminding one, just that one more time before the next manmade "natural" disaster, how lucky a thing it is to be a Murkn.

    (We may not have a Rome but we still have a Nome. And Norway... isn't that still part of Murka?)

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  6. Exactly. The gal from Nome is our resident summer nugget provider.

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