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[bird-oats]

thinking about california condors my beloveds <3 and turkey vultures too <3

[workofthediesel]

[thatsit-thatsthepost]

🏆and 🧠 (don’t even @ me about you being smart it’s the facts, you’re the only one in the server to not be called out in the brain buffering channel/lh)

aaa thank you! 💕

and I want it to be known that I am making a conscious effort not to be put into that channel, so

[letsjustbecatsok]

[ID: An alignment chart of pictures of birds where all the rows and columns say ‘good’. From left to right and top to bottom, the birds are: House sparrow, European starling, Northern mockingbird, Downy woodpecker, Rock dove/pigeon, Turkey vulture, Crow, Common grackle, and Canada goose. End ID]

‘pest’ birds alignment chart

[theraptorcage]

Trick or Tweet! Turkey vultures, my beloved 🖤

Kings <3

[lucywrites02]

My beloved! My darlingest! My little worm! Guess what. Today's poem isn't a Haiku. It isn't a winter poem. It's both and none!! It's those things and more!! I was looking for one about winter and short and meaningful as a haiku, but I found this one and I think it's even better <3 I loved it, and I hope you love it too <33 Have a very nice day and drink lots of water

Haiku Journey

By Kimberly Blaeser

i. Spring the tips of each pine the spikes of telephone poles hold gathering crows may’s errant mustard spreads wild across paved road look both ways roadside treble cleft feeding gopher, paws to mouth cheeks puffed with music yesterday’s spring wind ruffling the grey tips of fur rabbit dandelion ii. Summer turkey vulture feeds mechanical as a red oil rig head rocks down up down stiff-legged dog rises goes grumbling after squirrel old ears still flap snowy egret—curves, lines, sculpted against pond blue; white clouds against sky banded headed bird this ballerina killdeer dance on point my heart iii. Fall leaf wind cold through coat wails over hills, through barren trees empty garbage cans dance damp September night lone farmer, lighted tractor drive memory’s worn path sky black with migration flocks settle on barren trees leaf birds, travel songs october moon cast over corn, lighted fields crinkled sheaves of white iv. Winter ground painted in frost thirsty morning sun drinks white leaves rust golds return winter bare branches hold tattered cups of summer empty nests trail twigs lace edges of ice manna against darkened sky words turn with weather now one to seven deer or haiku syllables weave through winter trees Northern follows jig body flashes with strike, dive: broken line floats up.

This was such a great poem!!!! I love when people take different types of literature and mix it together. It's like eating your favourite snack and then mix it with another snack you really like :3 it doesn't make much sense, but you get what i'm trying to say

[stworzonka]

14 , i wanna hear you ramble!

YEA

1. FLAMINGOS

I don't have much thoughts. Pink, big eat shrimp. Iconic

2. Hummingbirds

Purely because of the fucked up way they sleep. They almost die lmao, they have to do that because their metabolism is so high they would starve otherwise

3. Turkey vulture

My beloved 😭❤ their stomaches are TOUGH. A lot of animals they eat die of some illnesses and stuff and they eat them no (or very little) problem. Icons

4. Penguins

Love them, they are afraid of water (for good reason, the animals that want to eat the penguins are there) . They need to go to the water to eat. Someone help them 😭

5. Magpies

Pretty, playful, very curious, don't actually like shiny things, they just like to Take Stuff and ppl tend to pay more attention to the expensive things, but they are just curious

6. Owls

Listen. They are so quiet its so cool. Their feathers evolved im such a way to make the great-hearing pray don't hear them

7. Secretary bird

Big Bird. Can fly well but still hunts on earth by kicking snakes. Its so funny

8. A Cat. Pspspsppssp

[rjalker]

if you want to see different gull species, check out their observations on iNaturalist! :)

I've observed 3 different species so far

heres one of my photos of a ring-billed gull! Look at the tail spots!

also, this one:

reading the article now and this man also appreciates turkey vultures, my beloveds.

According to my social medias, today is Gull Appreciation Day.

When did you start liking gulls, and why do you like them?

Vaughan: You can trace it back to a specific moment. In 2013 I was looking through the main Australian bird books by Pizzey and Knight. In Australia we have only three species of gull—the ordinary-looking silver gull, the large-billed Pacific Gull, and the Kelp gull which you get over in America sometimes. But looking at the laughing gull, this absolutely beautiful bird with the black hood and white eye ring—there’s nothing like that in Australia. All of our gulls are white-headed. The color combination really resonated with me. From there on I became addicted to gulls.

I like them so much partially because they’re a real challenge. My other key passion in birding is the shorebirds. [Ed note: these are another group of birds famous for being hard to tell apart.] There’s something about these kinds of birds where they tend to get overlooked a bit. You have to check every single one of them. It really keeps you occupied. On top of that, I love the color scheme of gulls. There’s just something about that very basic black, white, and gray. It’s done with just the right proportion of color.

[vasilinaorlova]

ultima thule

speaking about hieroglyphic verse and ideographs, although they are under no obligation to make sense, it is great to encounter in them the euphony, the sonic bliss, transforming text into the polyphonic prose and restructuring the architectonics of the work. although the devices should not preclude us from getting the sense of what it is that is being said, like in the wonderful example from The Book of Forms by Lewis Putnam Turco:

“Synonymia is a paraphrase in parallel structures (“I love you; you are my beloved”); synthesis is consequence in parallel structures (“I love you; therefore, I am yours”); antithesis is the opposition of ideas (antinomy) expressed in parallel structures (“I love you, and I loathe you”); auxesis is the building up, in parallel structures, of a catalog or series that ultimately closes at the zenith (high point) of the set (the climax: “I love your eyes, hair, breasts; I love the way you walk and speak; I love you”). Epithomema is climactic summation at the conclusion of a sequence.” (Turco, 2012, 11) (emphases are the author��s, dotingly preserved, of course). I’d like to hear my streams read one day in their entirety (in which case everything that is written across one line should be pronounced simultaneously, maybe in one voice, maybe in different voices), but good declaimers are extremely rare. I once heard The Waste Land read in (I think it was The Waste Land but perhaps it was The Love Song) many voices; it was brutal. poetry cannot be read with theatrical intonations. I’ll leave the instructions to every possible turn of events concerning this text in the text itself. the universe rotates around the Earth in a fantastic flowery pattern.  university is anxiety materialized. collective paranoia.  so this emoticon had white gloves and whenever you signed out, it waved at you with its white little palm, a yellow round face flattened with a knowing smile.                           gloved gatekeeper                       ridiculous.           little vacuole of vacuum       Proust    Faust        autodidact      augur under the auspices of suspicious Zeus                                        I am fond of wearing corpses                                                                          corsets                                                                      who cares somersault: head over heels a soft leap of a spring–                                    zving!                                                                       the fish pomegranate                                                                       has wondrous caviar:                                         every bubble explodes on a biter’s teeth                             producing the most pleasant (albeit somewhat toooily)                      sensation ripe like a heavy mango:                               o, open palms and it falls. it has started a long travel of decay, acquired a black looong mark on its ready to burst side and I pity the mango, o, it is a lovely sight.                                    it springs                                       it sprouts                                         a bulbous root                                           cracks                                              it gleams                                     it has a beak                                     the ultratulip                                     ultima thule                                     mad mercurial glint endure the durée of silence, a Durer of vinegar and wine, vengeance and parlance                                               anagram                                        a maze:                                        the lion’s mane                                                                         suppose he is:                                                                         suppose she is:                                                memoir                                              grimoire                                           grimmer                                       primrose neoplatonic atheist.                                     collecting the group names of animals for years, he learned that zebras form a zeal, whereas worms a clew (a gluey word), wolves a pack in general but route in moving; weasles form a gang, and whales, a mod; vultures form venues but while circling, kettle; turkeys, rafter; toads, knot; tigers, ambush; termites, brood, but ants, army–although termits and ants are equally apt to form colonies and nests–bacteria put together a culture, and albatrosses, rookery; baboons, troop; badgers, cete; barracudas, battery; bats, cloud; bloodhounds, sute; camels, flock; cats, pounce or clatter, and sometimes nuisance, but as kittens, they form kindle and litter. cheetahs make coalition, whereas coyots, band; crabs organized cast; deer, leash; dolphins, pod; ducks, team or paddling; foxes, skulk; giraffes, tower; goats, tribe; hedgehogs, array; kangaroos, herd; nightingales, watch; pekingese, pomp; porkupines, prickle; jackrabbits, husk, but young rabbits are called nest; salmon, run; sharks, shiver or school; snails in groups are known to bring into existence the escargatoire; and swans, bevy. school of angels. flock of demons. the university mail after the winter break suggests horseback riding classes. a postcard! what is this? who sent it? reveal yourself, mysterious stranger. misanthropology. I think Nigel Thrift introduced “misanthropy” into anthropological discourse, but we’ll likely hear more on it. something visceral. Jesus Christ is crucified on the clock hands. poetry is disappointingly vague, quite unlike technical manuals. oh those were your epistles! late realizations. he invented a new material. neither rubber, nor plastic, but something in between. this material was pretty much good for no one knew what. one could produce something like paper out of it, that is to say, relatively thin, even pieces. he demonstrated a powerpoint image with a paper airplane. “all kinds of things can be made.” only it was not a paper airplane but a new-material airplane. it was all the laboratory could come out with. I suggested, a book could be eventually made out of it. “yes,” he replied, “but the issue here is, we do not know yet how toxic this new material is exactly.”                                                                                      language is sea                                                                                   elements                                                    sea but not of water                                                    of fire I think someone (Limonov, I think) lost his manuscript in prison and restored it. Nadezhda Mandelstam restored her husband’s (Osip Mandelstam’s) poems out of memory. I think it’d be swell if she did not recollect them in fact but simply wrote them herself. I do not believe it was questioned though for the distinctiveness of his style, also his poems were rhymed, which did make it possible to memorize them. it takes a much shrewder memory to store unrhymed poetry. we do memorize impressions, not words. not bits of information but something that moved us. lost manuscripts trope. libraries set on fire. I am a Herostratus at heart. I’d burn a lot. make letters perish. I wrote on the need of preserving archives, I cannot fathom why.    what a strange remark Tony Webster made when I visited him last time in his office! he said English words starting with a “z” were–what?–salty?                                                   salty?                             salty or yellow? I cannot now exactly remember. I only now am thinking about it.           I saw professor today, and he informed me that words starting with “z“ are marked, as well as the words starting with “x,” in English (mark is something that makes something un-normal), just as in Navajo words containing “m” are strange–“m” is not amongst sounds you normally encounter. I remember Nabokov (reclining in a chair, in a canvas suit, and glasses in heart-shaped frames, famous Lolita sunglasses (I believe)) claimed that letters have different colors, and of that same opinion his wife Véra was–perhaps it was something common in perception of some group of the time (but for whom? Russian kids growing up in the upper middle class and higher class families?); however of course they had different colors for different letters. well, I don’t know if letters have colors, with the exception of “A,” which (like Derrida frames it, is “the first letter, if the alphabet, and most of the speculations which have ventured into it, are to be believed.” (Derrida, Différance, Margins, 3)) is in the perception of many, red.                                                   Malevich: font, color, form. Reference Turco, Lewis Putnam. The Book of Forms: A Handbook of Poetics Including Old and Invented Forms. University Press of New England, 2012.