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warm

the ice has melted, unchaining the cold.

do you think I don’t care?  The dictionary inelegantly defines vortex as “a mass of spinning air, liquid, etc., that pulls things into its center”.   it is good to be centered, but not when that center is supposed to be your north pole.

in the summer, the poles will miss this cold, and the ice will melt more than it ought too, exposing corpses, campsites, fossils of people who lived there thousands of years ago.  they will decompose before we learn anything from them.  they lived in the climate we soon inherit.   who died and left it to us?  a miniscule planet’s ecosystem, exhausted by our habitation.

so much sadness.  salt waters rise.

do you think i want this?  i wanted to throw open the window and throw a  dazzling balcony smile at a sparkling sea.  but i got hit in the teeth with cold like the sea threw up a handful of ice (or was it you, did you do this to me?).  I am sitting on the middle of the earth under a lopsided arctic wind and I don’t have the right clothes.

crow/parrot and phoenix are conducting experiments.  crow is flash-freezing eggs on a branch outside, then phoenix slowly heats them on the stone sill.  owl tells me this is the latest in culinary technology.  that’s interesting but will it be ready for teatime?

maybe I’ll burn myself some fossil fuels.  put the teapot on the fire and crawl inside.

i’m so cold i think i can feel the heat reflected off the moon.

odalisque_warmhandsmeager ———->  adequate
–The Odalisque

alignment

vernal equinox, 20:44 (UTC).

everything is aligned.

and crow is crow!

our experiment

our experiment

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broken egg with parrot

hawk’s avian creation myth

I’ve been asleep.  I dreamed of a desert.

My last scrapbook page was portraits of the birds in hats.  You may remember that  Hawk chose a white plumed hat with a blue ribbon.

hats for black swan & hawk

(click to see Hawk’s hat.)

I was surprised by Hawk’s preferred hat.  Hawk explained that it was not an aesthetic choice, but a metaphysical one.  This particular hat reminds Hawk of an avian creation myth which he relates thus:

White Bird laid an egg.

The egg was the world.

White Bird sits on the egg; it is night.

White Bird flies, up up up, away; egg is cold.

White Bird goes to her friend, Blue Snake.

Snake gives her a but-recently shed skin.

It, like Snake, is shimmery blue.

White Bird carries the blue strip of Blue Snake back to the egg.

Now, before she flies up, up, up, away,

she wraps the egg with blue skin.

It is the sky.

Sometimes a few downy feathers stick to the skin.

They are clouds.

Hawk is far too worldly to believe in this myth, but, does believe personal journeys constellate in mythological structures.

Hawk asked me to share this primitive bird story with you before I fall back asleep.

I don’t know why I’m so sleepy these days!  I am a worn-out Odalisque.  Maybe that will be my next scrapbook page:  “worn-out Odalisque”.   It must be the birds, with all their bitter questionings, exhausting me.

–The Odalisque

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