31.3.11

Bird Sharing Day

Birds seem to show up in my work a lot. That's why I decided to take a "Birds and Poetry" class at the U of A Poetry Center. We're going birding this Saturday morning, and I'm excited! (I'm a dork like that.) Hopefully I'll see some pretty winged things and I can take some photographs of them and post them here.

For now, though: the only piece of artwork I completed while sharing a studio at Solar Culture gallery last summer. It's entitled Lovebyrdz. Below that is a poem I wrote last week and shared in my class.

Take flight...


 Augury

I don’t follow the Roman law
  of eagle over
woodpecker but it’s true
     I do have a raven
  tattoo       & it’s obvious
that Anna’s hummingbird
 trumps Abbott’s booby

as for auspicious
 the Abyssinian
           siskin wins
with the dusky thrush & dark-
  chanting goshawk coming in
      close seconds

*         *         *


So tell me are you a brush finch or a tanager

                       what can I divine
           from my dream about a merganser

how long are your rictal bristles
your filoplumes                 what color

      what do you know about the evolution
                          of the feather
                     
Apostlebird     
 lousy jack
             grey jumper
 who do you follow

Do you mingle with grackles
    or are you a
                              solitary vireo

   twitter in my ear tell me
              what would jabiru do

   & where will you roost tonight &
           where will you flock to after         
       south towards cloud forests     west
         
               would you like this piece
       of lint for your nest

             how many seeds did you eat
                    last week     how many berries

       the egg  you hatched out of
       how many spots did it have


*         *         *

Abacomancy

     This morning in our little
 vineyard a thrasher dun
      as the dirt it dug in
       ciphered the dust
   around the chardonnay
 then cocked its head as if
   waiting for an answer
                        but none came

      
*         *         *


         what do birds know anyway