"cornus" poems - Hello Poetry

On one of the myriad bays along the Maine coast. Keep the holocaust at bay I said to Dave because you’ll spend all day gathering 2,000 calories and still be miserable hungry. An undiminished population of humans is risible. Black spruce and balsam fir, you can eat the inner bark in a starvation emergency. There’s plenty of Cornus—bunchberry— each orange pith around the stone worth maybe a quarter calorie. Lots of sarsparilla but the fruits not out yet and to date I have not savored one. Let’s see—dandelion of course and huckleberry but the most important source of sustenance would be seaweed. Learn your mushrooms! for the protein. Accept the situation come the apocalypse. I struggle against my insignificance but it would be better to struggle against my ignorance. Less effortlessness, more fishermanliness. That’s the lesson of this Maine vacation there’s a lot you can eat when in need— the hips of roses and the pips of grasses. And an endless supply of seaweed— bladderwrack, dulse, kelp and thin green lettuce.

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Sep 12, 2023

Sep 12, 2023 at 6:09 AM UTC

robert-ronnow

Seaweed

On one of the myriad bays along the Maine coast. Keep the holocaust at bay I said to Dave because you’ll spend all day gathering 2,000 calories and still be miserable hungry. An undiminished population of humans is risible. Black spruce and balsam fir, you can eat the inner bark in a starvation emergency. There’s plenty of Cornus—bunchberry— each orange pith around the stone worth maybe a quarter calorie. Lots of sarsparilla but the fruits not out yet and to date I have not savored one. Let’s see—dandelion of course and huckleberry but the most important source of sustenance would be seaweed. Learn your mushrooms! for the protein. Accept the situation come the apocalypse. I struggle against my insignificance but it would be better to struggle against my ignorance. Less effortlessness, more fishermanliness. That’s the lesson of this Maine vacation there’s a lot you can eat when in need— the hips of roses and the pips of grasses. And an endless supply of seaweed— bladderwrack, dulse, kelp and thin green lettuce.

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Electron herders, that's us. It began earnestly late 20th century. The first organic computers using polymerase and ADP came later. Weaponry via numbers, words magically appearing, telepathy. Measurements in which the last significant digit is the Other. However immediately depleted our resources were, antibiotics were always at the ready. Forgetting what we knew, reverting to austerity because in times of prosperity we forgot to be austere. It's the uncertainty principle taken to the nth degree where the bad god resides, Zeus, passionate, confused, obtuse. Yes, we are electron herders matter gatherers and shapers of our time. Cancerous cysts, irrational exuberance, collective experience, experiments gone well or wrong, we were trying all along to last forever. Flood and fire saw to that. Prospero was our answer who threw his book into the sea and wanted to be mortal, meditative. Find himself. We found the world without the self cornus to oxalis orbitals and calculus waves and particles equally likely to be within us as without us.

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Aug 11, 2015

Aug 11, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC

robert-ronnow

Electron Herders

Electron herders, that's us. It began earnestly late 20th century. The first organic computers using polymerase and ADP came later. Weaponry via numbers, words magically appearing, telepathy. Measurements in which the last significant digit is the Other. However immediately depleted our resources were, antibiotics were always at the ready. Forgetting what we knew, reverting to austerity because in times of prosperity we forgot to be austere. It's the uncertainty principle taken to the nth degree where the bad god resides, Zeus, passionate, confused, obtuse. Yes, we are electron herders matter gatherers and shapers of our time. Cancerous cysts, irrational exuberance, collective experience, experiments gone well or wrong, we were trying all along to last forever. Flood and fire saw to that. Prospero was our answer who threw his book into the sea and wanted to be mortal, meditative. Find himself. We found the world without the self cornus to oxalis orbitals and calculus waves and particles equally likely to be within us as without us.

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Sine arte A satire against modernity in the arts O modern beast our captive arts release, The laws of Nature wished your reign to cease. What beauties does this modern art restores By turning vestals young to Russian ****** How strange the painter draws his new reforms 5 Reducing Nature’s shapes to foggy forms. All, I may add, by rambling thoughts conceived If Nature’s order’s razed the goal’s achieved. ‘‘What then?’’ A tasteless judge if dared to ask, To which the answer wears pretentious mask: 10 ‘‘Dear Sir! ’Tis art, all ***** mere symbols made, And ***** though crude, denotes the father’s shade’’ Go Man admire the fruits of twisted state, Interpret ***** as something deeply great. Let ***** Cupid stab his precious heart 15 To make our poesy more interesting art. Let Cyrus wreck the might of Shakespeare’s throne, And use her tongue to lick his hallowed stone. Thus, give the verses blank to frenzied beasts, Or let Rihanna burn Miltonic seats. 20 A simple critic might her craft enjoy, But witty minds oft do their gift employ. New Cornus comes with broken tools to teach Yet none can bear to hear postmoderns preach. They mumble days upon the wage and race 25 For them the world’s a strife, that is the case.

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Dec 9, 2020

Dec 9, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC

Joseph

Sine arte - A satire against modernity in the arts

Sine arte A satire against modernity in the arts O modern beast our captive arts release, The laws of Nature wished your reign to cease. What beauties does this modern art restores By turning vestals young to Russian ****** How strange the painter draws his new reforms 5 Reducing Nature’s shapes to foggy forms. All, I may add, by rambling thoughts conceived If Nature’s order’s razed the goal’s achieved. ‘‘What then?’’ A tasteless judge if dared to ask, To which the answer wears pretentious mask: 10 ‘‘Dear Sir! ’Tis art, all ***** mere symbols made, And ***** though crude, denotes the father’s shade’’ Go Man admire the fruits of twisted state, Interpret ***** as something deeply great. Let ***** Cupid stab his precious heart 15 To make our poesy more interesting art. Let Cyrus wreck the might of Shakespeare’s throne, And use her tongue to lick his hallowed stone. Thus, give the verses blank to frenzied beasts, Or let Rihanna burn Miltonic seats. 20 A simple critic might her craft enjoy, But witty minds oft do their gift employ. New Cornus comes with broken tools to teach Yet none can bear to hear postmoderns preach. They mumble days upon the wage and race 25 For them the world’s a strife, that is the case.

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