I Love Crows

I had read something previously about this research into the fact that crows can recognize individual humans, but this is a more extended account. A couple of months ago up at the Blue Mountain Center, I wrote three poems about crows — we had a noisy resident group who entertained me through the afternoons, congregating in the Jack Pines near my window. Reminders that we humans share the world with many other intelligences & perceivers.

It Begins

Whether I’m ready or not, school begins on Monday. More than most years, I have been putting off getting ready. Partly this is simply knowing already pretty much what I’ll be doing — the classes I’m teaching are ones I’ve taught many times before — but I’ve also finally begun to clarify for myself the structure of a long sequence of poems I have been working on for a long time & that has taken most of my intellectual attention. I’m reluctant to turn away from it. This is the sequence, Island Universe, that I took to the Blue Mountain Center earlier this summer, where I didn’t so much work on them as worry about them. It was a productive worry, filled with directed reading, though, & it has begun to pay off. I also need to mention James Smith at The Southern Poetry Review, who has offered some pointed & useful editorial advice over the last couple of weeks while considering some of the poems. I have never, in thirty years of sending poems to magazines, had such a sense of editorial engagement with my work. I’m grateful.

Warbler

For the last couple of weeks a grayish warbler of some kind has been visiting the dogwood tree outside the TV room window to eat the berries. There are so many kinds of warblers in the bird books that I can’t really figure out what sort he or she is, but I presume there is a nest nearby. The only distinguishing feature is a fairly pronounced eye line. Looks like a Worm-eating warbler, but it’s obviously eating dogwood berries.

3-D Game & a Couple of Sunday Morning Links

Strangely compelling online game in which you use the mouse to rotate the picture space until the seemingly random elements coalesce into the icon at the upper right. There may be a deep metaphor here . . . or not. [Via Work / Space, where there is also a link to a discussion of plagiarism in online environments (by Chris Nelson) that should be of interest not only to journalists, but to writing teachers as well.]