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contours provocations
journal - 2001-0322 - thu 2100 Pigeons Again, Twilight, "I have been ..." For a few minutes this morning, I stood outside and watched pigeons shifting through some pine straw, no doubt looking for food. I don't think I'd noticed them before. I wonder if they are part of the flock that nests along the Interstate. What is the name for a collection of pigeons? There will be a pause while I look this up in "An Exaltation of Larks" - the definitive guide to "terms of venery." (PAUSE) Well, there does not appear to be an official one. Odd. With such terms as "exaltation of larks," "murder of crows," "unkindness of ravens" and "sorde of mallards," you'd think there'd be one for the lowly pigeon. Yesterday and again this evening, I was out at twilight time. The period when you can look to the west and see streams of iridescent pink clouds. And the sky is dark blue. Both days there has been a jet trail glowing gold in the thin air above the clouds. Twilight scampers across the horizon for the briefest of times. Quickly the clouds turn to streaks of dark chalk. And just as quick, the sky becomes cobalt and the draining light succumbs to black velvet. For a couple of days, I've been listening on and off to Jon Mark's "The Standing Stones of Callanish." A splendid CD of celestial Celtic music. I glanced at the accompanying book and encountered a poem by the 6th century Celtic poet Taliesin from "The Battle of the Trees": I have been in many shapes PAX!
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