#Craig Arnold
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magnoliaison · 2 years ago
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Teach me a fruit of  your country I asked and so you dipped into a shop and in your hand held me a thick yellow pinecone
no knife between us you put it to your teeth sideways like a bird and bit and peeled away the fleshy scales or were they petals
crisp white at the core peppered with black seeds sweet and light like a cold cloud like some exotic sherbet carried hand over hand from a mountaintop by a relay of runners straightway to the Inca’s high table
we sat on metal chairs still pebbled with rain the seat of my pants damp we passed it back and forth no matter how carefully we could not help
spilling the juice making our cheeks sticky our fingers getting sticky our fingers no not even once touching
— Craig Arnold, 'Pitahaya'.
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havingapoemwithyou · 1 year ago
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lines for painting on grains of rice by Craig Arnold
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heartlandians · 8 months ago
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Heartland - 6x18 - Under Pressure
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wordsthatkeepmyfeetdry · 5 months ago
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Bird-Understander by Craig Arnold
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confessions-heartland · 1 year ago
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"I think it’s really strange that there’s been absolutely no mention of Jeff for ages. Not since Georgie was a kid. Like did they have a falling out? Does he not care about her anymore?? His “trying to be a better big brother” arc was too short lived. I hope they bring him back! Recasted or otherwise."
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godzilla-reads · 2 years ago
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This poem is really hitting different today.
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oflights · 2 years ago
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Bird-Understander
Of many reasons I love you here is one the way you write me from the gate at the airport so I can tell you everything will be alright so you can tell me there is a bird trapped in the terminal      all the people ignoring it       because they do not know what to do with it       except to leave it alone until it scares itself to death it makes you terribly terribly sad You wish you could take the bird outside and set it free or       (failing that) call a bird-understander to come help the bird All you can do is notice the bird and feel for the bird       and write to tell me how language feels impossibly useless
but you are wrong You are a bird-understander better than I could ever be who make so many noises and call them song These are your own words your way of noticing and saying plainly of not turning away from hurt you have offered them to me       I am only giving them back if only I could show you how very useless they are not
Craig Arnold
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heartlandtfln · 2 years ago
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“(714): Nothing quite like walking through a spider web on your way back in from smoking to fuck up a perfectly good high.“
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mypaperheartmanips · 2 years ago
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fluttering-slips · 4 days ago
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Bird-Understander
Of many reasons I love you here is one
the way you write me from the gate at the airport
so I can tell you everything will be alright
so you can tell me there is a bird
trapped in the terminal      all the people
ignoring it       because they do not know
what to do with it       except to leave it alone
until it scares itself to death
it makes you terribly terribly sad
You wish you could take the bird outside
and set it free or       (failing that)
call a bird-understander
to come help the bird
All you can do is notice the bird
and feel for the bird       and write
to tell me how language feels
impossibly useless
but you are wrong
You are a bird-understander
better than I could ever be
who make so many noises
and call them song
These are your own words
your way of noticing
and saying plainly
of not turning away
from hurt
you have offered them
to me       I am only
giving them back
if only I could show you
how very useless
they are not
CRAIG ARNOLD
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fragbot · 10 months ago
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These are your own words your way of noticing and saying plainly of not turning away from hurt you have offered them to me       I am only giving them back
- from "Bird-Understander," Craig Arnold (x)
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marimuntanya · 2 years ago
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Bird-Understander
BY CRAIG ARNOLD
Of many reasons I love you here is one the way you write me from the gate at the airport so I can tell you everything will be alright so you can tell me there is a bird trapped in the terminal      all the people ignoring it       because they do not know what to do with it       except to leave it alone until it scares itself to death it makes you terribly terribly sad You wish you could take the bird outside and set it free or       (failing that) call a bird-understander to come help the bird All you can do is notice the bird and feel for the bird       and write to tell me how language feels impossibly useless but you are wrong You are a bird-understander better than I could ever be who make so many noises and call them song These are your own words your way of noticing and saying plainly of not turning away from hurt you have offered them to me       I am only giving them back if only I could show you how very useless they are not Craig Arnold, "Bird-Understander." Copyright 2009 by Craig Arnold. Reprinted by permission of the author.Source: [manuscript] (Poetry Foundation, 2009)
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odo-apologist · 3 months ago
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POV: You're a scientist and the little creatures you've been observing have discovered one of the hidden cameras you placed in their natural habitat
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wordsthatkeepmyfeetdry · 1 month ago
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Very Large Moth
By Craig Arnold
After D.H.L.
Your first thought when the light snaps on and the black wings
clatter about the kitchen is a bat
the clear part of  your mind considers rabies the other part
does not consider knows only to startle
and cower away from the slap of  its wings though it is soon
clearly not a bat but a moth and harmless
still you are shy of it it clings to the hood of the stove
not black but brown its orange eyes sparkle
like televisions its leg  joints are large enough to count
how could you kill it where would you hide the body
a creature so solid must have room for a soul
and if  this is so why not in a creature
half  its size or half its size again and so on
down to the ants clearly it must be saved
caught in a shopping bag and rushed to the front door
afraid to crush it feeling the plastic rattle
loosened into the night air it batters the porch light
throwing fitful shadows around the landing
That was a really big moth is all you can say to the doorman
who has watched your whole performance with a smile
the half-compassion and half-horror we feel for the creatures
we want not to hurt and prefer not to touch
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astralbondpro · 9 months ago
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Red Dwarf // S13: The Promised Land
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betterdeadthansmeg · 3 months ago
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Chris and Craig totally enjoying Tongue Tied.
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