NOTE: I’ve stepped onto a new level of existence. It’s less bull god and more spiders from Mars. There are fewer mountains but the trees are older, wiser. And the moon has more patience with my tides.
© Edie Harper “Untitled (Black Hole)”, c. 1950, vintage gelatin silver print
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Overhead, two thousand feet above the desert, the turkey vultures swirled around and around the rim of a thermal. Like a toilet flushing, their swirling spiraled down and down, the revolutions growing tighter and faster toward the black hole of last breaths.
August 23rd, 2010 at 3:39 pm
And down into nowhere, yes the raptors chew themselves to nogthingness and back again just like anti-matter.
August 25th, 2010 at 4:08 pm
I love it when you get all scientific ; ) And thanks for the custom, good sir : D
August 23rd, 2010 at 4:17 pm
A piece of poetry. The repetition tugs at the subconscious while the tension rises like an freshening tide. I like the sight.
August 25th, 2010 at 4:10 pm
Accidents will happen! Oh but I do like that you caught a whiff of poetry here and came over to see : )
August 23rd, 2010 at 4:20 pm
I love when you flush me down the toilet of oblivion, Dear Alicat. As only you can do!
August 25th, 2010 at 4:11 pm
Oh bless you, music man, I’m glad you enjoyed the trip. I hope you didn’t encounter the ghost of the Ty-D-Bol man : D
August 25th, 2010 at 4:34 pm
No. But those Scrubbing Bubble fellas are a hoot!
August 28th, 2010 at 1:10 pm
Ha! Those little dudes were ka-raaaay-zee! Totally Type A, eh?
August 23rd, 2010 at 10:30 pm
“The moon has more patience with my tides”. I loved that
August 25th, 2010 at 4:13 pm
It is is great line. Gift lines like that are what keep me here jonsing for more : )
August 24th, 2010 at 12:24 pm
The words fit the image perfectly – stark yet perfect! (and the toilet flushing made me smile)..thanks for your visit Jae
August 25th, 2010 at 4:14 pm
Oh you’re welcome : ) Everyone who reads over here must know by now, but in case they don’t: y’all go here for more gift lines. Thank you for coming by, Jae.
August 24th, 2010 at 6:21 pm
This reminded me of the outer planet story from Margaret Atwood’s Blind Assassin. Your new level of existence has a strange atmosphere – is it lighter or heavier?
August 25th, 2010 at 4:18 pm
Ah! I’ve not read The Blind Assassin, but I recognize the author’s name from that class I took, outta the short story bible we had to read. I read slow, so tell me true: is it worth the trek?
And a question to answer your question: is older and wiser heavier or lighter?
August 26th, 2010 at 10:36 pm
I’ve been away from the party – first of year new building new tech new everything craziness. Missed this but I’m glad I popped in and picked up the crumbs. They be tasty! Nothing wrong with spiders from Mars and flushing toilets. This was fun and I liked the tighter and faster. Never did like turkey vultures…
August 28th, 2010 at 1:00 pm
It’s all OK and all supposed to be crazy this thing called working. There’s always some goodies left out for you : )
But this turkey vulture thing… They sure is ugly, but one mustn’t judge a book by it’s cover, isn’t that right? ; )
September 11th, 2010 at 12:18 pm
Truth be, I likes the note even more than the overhead. That’s green poetry, girl: poetry worth every ounce of envy, and I do. Been listening over and over to a live Stones performance of Miss You this morning. Guess you must be the Miss.
“Revolutions growing tighter and faster” sounds like a good recipe for the times, Miss. You.