November 27, 2010
Sleep Walk
Friday Flash Foolishness
A short and very silly game involving a sleepwalking penguin.
this penguin
slides from right
to left
at snoring he seems
vastly deft
great blocks of ice
this bird
will vanquish
who travels
far with
frozen fish
Me and penguins go way back. (Blatant Self-link) (Follow-up) (Related penguosity) Going back even further, my most pleasant memory of one ex-GF from my dating days was her referring to her collection of plush penguins as "Ursula K. LeGuins" which has colored my reading of the author ever since. I mean, just try visualizing the characters in "The Left Hand of Darkness" as flightless waterfowl.
Works for me.
;]
Watch penguins (they're Gentoo)
at Edinburgh Zoo.
Magellanic Penguin
Pablo Neruda
Neither clown nor child nor black
nor white but verticle
and a questioning innocence
dressed in night and snow:
The mother smiles at the sailor,
the fisherman at the astronaunt,
but the child child does not smile
when he looks at the bird child,
and from the disorderly ocean
the immaculate passenger
emerges in snowy mourning.
I was without doubt the child bird
there in the cold archipelagoes
when it looked at me with its eyes,
with its ancient ocean eyes:
it had neither arms nor wings
but hard little oars
on its sides:
it was as old as the salt;
the age of moving water,
and it looked at me from its age:
since then I know I do not exist;
I am a worm in the sand.
the reasons for my respect
remained in the sand:
the religious bird
did not need to fly,
did not need to sing,
and through its form was visible
its wild soul bled salt:
as if a vein from the bitter sea
had been broken.
Penguin, static traveler,
deliberate priest of the cold,
I salute your vertical salt
and envy your plumed pride.
Ah, yes, the game.
My grandkids loved it.
(Me, too!)
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