Solocrow -- One Crow Against the World

solocrow — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 23:51:23 +0000

This decaf is killing me, thought the green ninja.

Maybe whipped cream would help.

solocrow — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 14:50:41 +0000

“I wandered lonely as a cloud…” murmured the black ninja aloud to himself.

Pfft. I bet Wordsworth was an insufferable ass while on vacation, thought the black ninja.

Most poets are.

solocrow — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 14:07:31 +0000

Maybe I should put on some of that fruity-smelling sunscreen, thought the green ninja.

_{Otherwise I’m gonna have weird tan lines.}

solocrow — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 13:31:40 +0000

Natives, thought the black ninja.

Words fail.

Ninjas in the Tropics

solocrow — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 03:55:48 +0000

This weekend. Promise.

Non-working weekend

solocrow — Mon, 25 May 2009 17:15:27 +0000

Eventually last night’s sky and fire became inseparable to me.

Crowego

solocrow — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 15:07:48 +0000

Crow followed Ulysses till he turned
As a worm, which Crow ate.

Grappling with Hercules’ two puff-adders
He strangled in error Dejanira.

The gold melted out of Hercules’ ashes
Is an electrode in Crow’s brain.

Drinking Beowulf’s blood, and wrapped in his hide,
Crow communes with poltergeists out of old ponds.

His wings are the stiff back of his only book,
Himself the only page — of solid ink.

So he gazes into the quag of the past
Like a gypsy into the crystal of the future,

Like a leopard into a fat land.

~ Crowego, from Ted Hughes’ Crow

Magical Dangers

solocrow — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 14:50:09 +0000

Crow thought of a palace –
Its lintel crashed on him, his bones were found.

Crow thought of a fast car –
It plucked his spine out, and left him empty and armless.

Crow thought of the wind’s freedom –
And his eyes evaporated, the wind whistled over the Turkish Saddle.

Crow thought of a wage –
And it choked him, it was cut unspoiled from his dead stomach.

Crow thought of the soft and warm that is long remembered –
It blindfolded him with silk, it gangplanked him into a volcano.

Crow thought of intelligence –
It turned the key against him and he tore at its fruitless bars.

Crow thought of nature’s stupor –
And an oak tree grew out of his ear.

A row of his black children sat in the top.
They flew off.

Crow
Never again moved.

~ Magical Dangers, from Ted Hughes’ Crow

stars & roses

solocrow — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 13:40:59 +0000

Spring cleaning – Updates

solocrow — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 15:52:08 +0000

Yes, that’s one big ol’ honkin’ lotus bud. Very springish, I thought.

In veneration of the vernal, I’ve recently added a nifty moon phase widget under the calendar on the sidebar, and I’ve updated the security on the site — mainly for my own sanity, since Spring seems to be the Season of All-Things-Spamtastic. If you, dear reader, happen to experience an inability to post comments, then mayhaps you are really a bot in denial. I’m just sayin’.

I’m also showing a collection of new works [I'll be hanging them today at the Fairmount] for the annual Fort Worth Spring Arts Goggle. The Bud-of-Doom will be there. You should be too. Details listed below.

Fort Worth Arts Goggle – Friday, March 27th
The Fairmount
600 W. Magnolia Ave
Fort Worth, TX 76104
817.420.9455

Yes, I’ll be there. ^This brooding chick will be too.