November 17, 2005

A poem from Boris e. Nadary-Chandra

Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon…

The girl will build a fire out by the pond, the pond shaped like a star in the Chippewa forest.

Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon… the ground will shake, just a little. The wind will whisper. Then silence.

Sometimes, under a wild ricing moon, when the moon is brightest, shining like glass, she’ll stand on her hands and walk to the edge of the water.

Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon… …she will remember him. she will remember the smell of lentil soup and fresh bread. she will remember how he touched her hand before he asked a question.

Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon, she’ll call for the owls and the wolves, and the matron whitetail deer, and the fish will peer up through the marbled water, and she’ll readjust her perspective.

Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon… . . . a miserable elephant at a Midwestern zoo will pine for palm trees, will trade snow for loam, will bury cat-tails and dream the smell of African rats.

Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon, When all the beasts have gathered, they’ll get into the ricing canoe, beached there in the sand, yes all of them, and then the fish will lead, the deer matrons will paddle, the wolves will sing, and the owls will keep guard, and they’ll all go out to the island, and write the recipes for the new year.

Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon … she will have a lovely picnic and drink almost an entire bottle of her favorite wine.

Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon, After the writing is complete, she'll drop back to her feet, and they’ll all get back into the canoe and watch as the moon drops lower, til they reach the shore again.

…Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon When it’s time to go, she’ll touch all of the beasts on their cheek, and walk back to town with the recipes tucked under her arm, Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon.
Posted by wood0072 at 10:35 AM

6 in the future tense

Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon…

The girl will build a fire out by the pond, the pond shaped like a star in the Chippewa forest.

when the moon is brightest, shining like glass, she’ll stand on her hands and walk to the edge of the water.

Then she’ll call for the owls and the wolves, and the matron whitetail deer, and the fish will peer up through the marbled water, and she’ll readjust her perspective.

When all the beasts have gathered, they’ll get into the ricing canoe, beached there in the sand, yes all of them, and then the fish will lead, the deer matrons will paddle, the wolves will sing, and the owls will keep guard, and they’ll all go out to the island, and write the recipes for the new year.

After the writing is complete, she drop back to her feet, and they’ll all get back into the canoe and watch as the moon drops lower, til they reach the shore again.

When it’s time to go, she’ll touch all of the beasts on their cheek, and walk back to town with the recipes tucked under her arm, Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon…

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Posted by wood0072 at 10:04 AM

October 31, 2005

un petit histoire

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  d'accord,  
  mon histoire a finis, finalement!  
 

je vous present:

"le coeur perdu."

 
Posted by wood0072 at 10:03 AM

October 23, 2005

HTML update

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well, i've got my pictures scanned, and i've been playing with the sizes and such. this week i'll lay it out in dreamweaver, and take from there, i guess.
Posted by wood0072 at 8:05 PM

September 22, 2005

spectator sample

hale and hearty i've been thinking about the functions of the human body, a mere food processor and mechanical tool. i've noticed when i chop wood and labor at chores my body functions at a more efficient rate. considering that our bodies are designed for certain functions, it seems like you ought to use it or lose it.

my friend charlie likes to hunt a great deal. he calls this manly work. all about his house there are the chopped off heads of vermin, and big game and fish mounted to plaques of wood. last week he hit an owl with his car and brought it to the taxidermist.

myself, i like to do my exercises alone in the quiet of my own company. part of being well-balanced is doing your manly work along with your intellectual efforts.
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Posted by wood0072 at 10:31 AM