Tuesday, September 12, 2017
Saturday, September 9, 2017
Friday, September 8, 2017
Crow Travel
Just sitting outside in search of
fresh air, not looking for them:
a couple hundred crows
flying southeast across a chalk sky.
Were they coming from the famous
crow compound and annual banquet
on Whidbey Island? Hell, I
didn't know. Crows don't
fly in formation, not like those
fascist geese. In fact, they looked
like they'd been in a weed cafe
in Amsterdam or something--
just kind of flap-sauntering.
They flew in two groups.
Between the intervals, a solitary
crow flew from the same
direction, landed on a tree,
and got loud, as if to say,
"I didn't want to go with y'all
anyway!" Borderline personality.
I don't think it was migration.
More like they were off to
an academic crow conference
or a big wedding. Crows
just look like they have a better
handle on this reality thing.
They're not all out of control
and self-destructive like us.
hans ostrom 2017
fresh air, not looking for them:
a couple hundred crows
flying southeast across a chalk sky.
Were they coming from the famous
crow compound and annual banquet
on Whidbey Island? Hell, I
didn't know. Crows don't
fly in formation, not like those
fascist geese. In fact, they looked
like they'd been in a weed cafe
in Amsterdam or something--
just kind of flap-sauntering.
They flew in two groups.
Between the intervals, a solitary
crow flew from the same
direction, landed on a tree,
and got loud, as if to say,
"I didn't want to go with y'all
anyway!" Borderline personality.
I don't think it was migration.
More like they were off to
an academic crow conference
or a big wedding. Crows
just look like they have a better
handle on this reality thing.
They're not all out of control
and self-destructive like us.
hans ostrom 2017
Thursday, September 7, 2017
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
Velton's Testimony
Judge (said Velton), I submit
that yellow Lombardy poplar
leaves staggering down the breeze
from the trees recall butterflies:
that peculiar aerodynamic
jaggedry. May it please the court,
such impressionistic reports
on natural scenes are worthless
and thus desirable in any age
of frenzied valuation, addictive
greed, and amphetamined commerce.
hans ostrom 2017
that yellow Lombardy poplar
leaves staggering down the breeze
from the trees recall butterflies:
that peculiar aerodynamic
jaggedry. May it please the court,
such impressionistic reports
on natural scenes are worthless
and thus desirable in any age
of frenzied valuation, addictive
greed, and amphetamined commerce.
hans ostrom 2017
Velton Stopped Cheering
Velton stopped cheering
at football games and football
matches when he realized
that no one could hear him
above the noise.
hans ostrom 2017
at football games and football
matches when he realized
that no one could hear him
above the noise.
hans ostrom 2017
Tuesday, September 5, 2017
This Fall, White Supremacy Blooms
The forests are ablaze, the sun is red,
and a light snow of ash falls. White
Supremacy blooms again, giving off
its acrid odor, its menacing stench.
More than a few White college
students fully feel the old power
their forebears wielded like a scythe.
In front of Black professors (where
there are any), they yawn, stretch,
roll eyes, pick matter from their hair,
their eyes, their ears. They savor
the insolence of re-authorization.
They get drunk and yell, "I am
the One Per Cent!" and offer
other triumphalist biscuits
to the air, which they own.
Not that they ever
were going to change, but
now any pressure to know or care,
to arise from racist sloth,
has dissipated like the particles
from scorched trees.
An old White bloated Hitler
knockoff at the American helm
massages the radioactive core
of the country and his Party,
Dixiecrats in drag. So White
students are as free as ever
to treat learning as a running
joke, to swagger, to luxuriate
in the shade of official hatred
behind the citadel walls. Its their
choice. It's always been their choice.
hans ostrom 2017
and a light snow of ash falls. White
Supremacy blooms again, giving off
its acrid odor, its menacing stench.
More than a few White college
students fully feel the old power
their forebears wielded like a scythe.
In front of Black professors (where
there are any), they yawn, stretch,
roll eyes, pick matter from their hair,
their eyes, their ears. They savor
the insolence of re-authorization.
They get drunk and yell, "I am
the One Per Cent!" and offer
other triumphalist biscuits
to the air, which they own.
Not that they ever
were going to change, but
now any pressure to know or care,
to arise from racist sloth,
has dissipated like the particles
from scorched trees.
An old White bloated Hitler
knockoff at the American helm
massages the radioactive core
of the country and his Party,
Dixiecrats in drag. So White
students are as free as ever
to treat learning as a running
joke, to swagger, to luxuriate
in the shade of official hatred
behind the citadel walls. Its their
choice. It's always been their choice.
hans ostrom 2017
Monday, September 4, 2017
Sunday, September 3, 2017
Saturday, September 2, 2017
Ceremonial Headdress
I wore a ceremonial headdress
of my own design
to the party. No one else
wore one--and, truly,
I wasn't sure how many
of them were worthy of such
a noble item of clothing.
Anyway, let's just say
their definition of
"casual attire" differs
substantially from mine.
Good day to you.
hans ostrom 2017
of my own design
to the party. No one else
wore one--and, truly,
I wasn't sure how many
of them were worthy of such
a noble item of clothing.
Anyway, let's just say
their definition of
"casual attire" differs
substantially from mine.
Good day to you.
hans ostrom 2017
Thursday, August 31, 2017
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Kildeer
("The flight of the Kildeer is strong and rapid, and is at times protracted to a great distance. It skims quite low over the ground, or plays at a great height in the air, particularly during the love season, when you may see these birds performing all sorts of evolutions on wing." audobon.org)
Kildeers, about the size of flickers,
screamed across the pasture, summers.
Their shrieks were very fine, accomplished,
their low, straight routes efficient.
Thank God I didn't try to make them
symbolize or teach: what a bore,
a lugubrious Wordsworthian chore.
No. Just the kildeers, fast fliers,
loud criers, going fast from copse
of oaks to stand of pines.
hans ostrom 2017
Kildeers, about the size of flickers,
screamed across the pasture, summers.
Their shrieks were very fine, accomplished,
their low, straight routes efficient.
Thank God I didn't try to make them
symbolize or teach: what a bore,
a lugubrious Wordsworthian chore.
No. Just the kildeers, fast fliers,
loud criers, going fast from copse
of oaks to stand of pines.
hans ostrom 2017
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Saturday, August 26, 2017
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