Organization: Bar-Ilan University Computing Center, Israel
Date: Sun, 24 Jan 1993 11:57:46 IST
From: <X67107@BARILVM.BITNET>
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: fair is fair / Marek (1990)

In article <1993Jan22.042612.5357@news.acns.nwu.edu>, marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu
(Marek Lugowski) says:
>
>
>
>                fair is fair
>
>---------------------------------------------------------------
>
>                i was lying in my kayak, in the middle of the lake,
>                the sun setting.  i was thinking about the canadian
>                geese and how rare it is to see them, and how i
>                have not seen a pair (i always see them in pairs)
>                since last fall.  And how i heard them as recently
>                as 3 weeks ago.
>
>                the weather was perfect.  little fluffy clouds
>                drifted slowly towards me from the west, made gauzy
>                and see-through against the perfect blue by the low
>                sun.  the rather rare in these parts aura
>                registered sharp and clear.  the aura is what i call
>                the common dominant stylized characteristic of
>                nearly every official american state emblem, and,
>                incidentally, every soviet socialist republic's:
>                the sunlight rays streaming radially out of the
>                clouds at sunset or sunrise.  in new mexico they
>                have auras coming off from both above and below the
>                clouds.  but then, everything about clouds is
>                always better in new mexico.  i was thinking that
>                too.
>
>                the world was turning golden, soon to become
>                orange, in the setting sun, and then i saw them.
>                there they were, coming from the east, over water,
>                a pair of canadian geese.  they were not honking.
>                their wings made an audible, measured swoosh.  how
>                amazing that anything this big can take to wing and
>                support itself by mere flapping.  geese may not be
>                all that big comparing to the other large birds,
>                but they sure work hard to project most convincingly
>                the heroism of the miracle of not plummeting from the
>                air.
>
>                they were magnificent, those geese.  one flew slightly
>                lower, trailing the other.  i still can't tell
>                male from female in these geese.  now, i have read about
>                homosexual female geese pairs up north, which is worth
>                mentioning, especially since my mentioning this to
>                frances upsets her to no end.  frances thinks that
>                this is something extra lewd i myself made up just to
>                spite her tender sense of nature.  while she is a
>                hardcore naturalist, frances is a bit softcore on
>                the immoral aspects of animal sexuality, such as gay
>                and lesbian behavior and masturbation, but then frances
>                is only 15, genius at harp or no.  as much as i would like
>                to shelter frances from this fact, homosexual geese are
>                apparently that way because god made them that way,
>                not that i expect this to be played up in the church on
>                sunday.  maybe to say that the homosexual geese are
>                that way because the absence of god made them that way
>                would be a good compromise way of putting this fact into
>                words.  frances and i differ on religion, you see, so
>                compromises help a whole lot.
>
>                anyway, the canadian geese around here are mostly all
>                dark: dark feathered bodies, dark wings, dark necks, dark
>                heads.  they fly maybe 200 feet over the water,
>                close enough for identification if you are in their
>                way, but never close enough.  they never fly close
>                enough for me.  they fly well over the water,
>                following the lake's curve, in this case, towards the
>                sunset.  i only see them at sunsets.
>
>                the geese have been on my mind, because my neighbor,
>                bob, down for the weekend, was telling me at sunset
>                the day before, which we were taking in ashore, in
>                official tornado watch weather, admiring dangerous
>                clouds and water the color of sick seas, that
>                people hunt the geese in the hunting season in the
>                spring and likely pick them off illegally at other
>                times.
>
>                i wanted to ask bob how come it wasn't legal to
>                pour herbicide under the trees such as the treaty
>                oak in austin, texas, in some spring tree-poisoning
>                season, but i held my tongue.  must be the
>                community values are different.  what's obscene in
>                texas is not necessarily obscene in indiana, and in
>                any case, might apply differently to the case of
>                geese and to trees.
>
>                incidentally, the astute individual who picks off
>                canadian geese probably would have used the ammo on
>                something breathing, anyway, although the telephone
>                junction boxes at the forest roadsides appear to bear
>                false witness to this assertion, so why get hung up on
>                the geese just because they pair up for life, are
>                slow and too easy a target and are just so
>                magnificent to hear and see.
>
>                just the same, i'd like to shoot any geese-shooting
>                individual's color tv right in the middle of his or
>                her favorite program.  tit for tat, you know, and a
>                nearly identical degree of difficulty.  sorry for
>                being such a bad sport, on reflection.  maybe i
>                should only take aim at the thing on the wing, you
>                know, after someone chucks it from the window and
>                before it lands.  Better yet,maybe we could arrange
>                for pairs of tv sets flying at the same time.  when
>                we run out of tvs, i can always shoot the telephone
>                junction box.  but i'll have to borrow his or her
>                gun to do all this shooting.  wouldn't want me to
>                have a better harvest on account of better
>                equipment, now, would you, since all this canadian
>                geese-sniping inspires me to seek an uzi for the
>                reciprocal harvest.  naaah, fair is fair.
>
>
>                        Marek Lugowski
>                        10-11 June 1990
>                        Lake Monroe, Indiana

Another boring story by Marek Lugowski. I cannot believe I read it to the end.
This one looks less like prose, more like a strange newspaper article.

Stranger must be the authers deranged set of 'values' flaunted at us in this
DARING manner. This one displays no more, and no less poetic worth then the
last poem which I had the honner to mutilate (something about squrrells)
Marek, genius at Harp or not, still has much to learn about the writing of
verse.

(I hope I get a donut this time.....OK?)



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