Saturday, April 10, 2010

Found poem: On the Tobin Trail This Morning

(Image: Brown-eyed Susans for Devil Mood)

i. Seen on the Tobin

3 women with iPods

1 man with iPod

The General
4 cyclists

1 recumbent cyclist

red salvia (firespike)

mesquite sapling

raccoon tracks in creek mud
family of 4 and pug

dead squirrel

live squirrel

wild mimosa in bloom

coil of brown shit + flies


4 red-orange poppies

ii. Picked up on the Tobin

a penny

McDonald's coffee cup

2 pieces of cardboard

discarded purple lighter
empty cigarette pack
plastic water bottle
paper towel encrusted with doodle bugs

orange rubber band

Bud Lite can

Cassandra Wilson

(just kidding)

The egret was magnificent.



Blogger Teresa said...

So this was the road trip? Well, picking up Cassandra Wilson leaking out of someone's ipod must have been fun for you... I love egrets. Putting nose back to the grindstone :)

2:23 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Ha! Picking CW up on an iPod is an amusing fantasy, though it wasn't mine. You're in fine tesseracting form this weekend, Ms T.

3:29 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

So much translating has me jumping around and around internally. That aids in tesseracting :)
Now I'm on to looking over another paper of poetry translations that will eventually get published (hopefully) and a class presentation on Cambodian lit. I already got so stuck on my classical Chinese translation I had to e-mail a query to the professor. It's from a very, very early text and characters did not always mean then what they mean now. It seems that they are calling their enemies "the meat eaters," and I'm not sure that makes sense...

4:05 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Not sure about that. Walden, a vegetarian, has been known to take his carnivorous classmates mightily to task.

4:26 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Well, the writer seems to think that meat-eaters are not as highly civilized and developed as vegetarians. So Walden may be onto something. If that's the case, I'm in big trouble.

5:48 PM  
Blogger Devil Mood said...

First of all, you really are efficient! So those are the brown-eyed Susans! Good to know.

And secondly your poem is superb. I loved the family of 4 and pug :) and the magical appearance of Cassandra!

6:01 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: I'm just sayin'. The boy converted me.

9:50 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Happy to oblige, DM. I suppose the egret was Cassandra. She wasn't there on the way back. I still can't get over that she was in school at the crosstown rival school: a junior at Murrah when I was a senior at Callaway.

9:53 PM  
Anonymous Teresa said...

oh murat, if only youda known, you coulda transferred schools, but then a certain black rose would be weeping and lonely. i still think you got the best end of the deal.

nothing like a self-assured eleven year old for effecting conversions...

1:25 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: Of course, I got the best end of the deal. It's just kinda cool to have been so close to touching the hem.

6:51 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

now I'm curious - the general? Interesting walks you take.

7:03 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Past two Saturday mornings on the trail, I've passed this older man that I know from somewhere. Fit, hiking along in hiking boots not tennis shoes: looks like he ought to be a retired general - and just may be.

7:40 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

Ha - I do that - name people for how they appear to me :)

4:39 PM  
Blogger Devil Mood said...

Wow, really? You could have met at rival sports competitions ;)

10:52 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

DM: We can dream. I'm sure we passed at some point. I wish I could have seen her play early on; apparently she used to play at a local restaurant in Jackson, back in her Joni Mitchell days.

1:07 PM  

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