Twitter Weekly Updates for 2012-09-02

  • A squirrel hangs by its hind feet to pick a pair of walnuts, drops one, climbs off with the other in its teeth. The day darkens into rain. #
  • Love After 50 (videopoem): http://t.co/YYRmvkO3 #
  • How many people or animals are taking a crap in this painting? I count seven. #whyRenaissanceartrules #BruegelFTW http://t.co/a3wvo5dS #
  • @SteveHuff Yeah, but that's great for the economy of Mali. And Mali fucking rules, even if they're kind of falling apart at the moment. in reply to SteveHuff #
  • Coleman Hawkins FTW. That is all. #
  • @ebertchicago Obama is the only sane conservative on the ballot. Kudos to Crist for seeing that. in reply to ebertchicago #
  • A pileated woodpecker comes cackling into the dead elm, then quietly gets to work: hop down the trunk a few inches, listen for ants, repeat. #
  • Some cool facts about pileateds from the always-reliable Cornell Lab of Ornithology website: http://t.co/FdcYgjBL #
  • Cool and clear except for a few scraps of cloud and a pair of ravens high overhead, their hollow, metallic croaks like steampunk crows. #
  • @Radio_Nowhere_1 @OpenBookJen Hey, thanks! in reply to Radio_Nowhere_1 #
  • Around the side of the house, a male goldfinch gorges on spicebush berries—silent for once, as if unwilling to share his find. #
  • I'm collecting proverbs that reference beer and brewing. Let me know of any others I should include here: http://t.co/uzkIGYtI #
  • Cold and clear. A small, whitish gnat zigzags toward the woods, following a sunbeam like an anadromous fish ascending its native creek. #
  • Bluejays yelling in the treetops. Wind speed is less than three knots, but still there's a steady shower of yellow walnut leaves. #
  • Vagina Dialogue: http://t.co/yKeDQSnt (Still wrestling with my inner pedant, who tried to insist I use the proper word, "vulva".) #
  • Something in the lilac attracts half-hearted alarms from a chickadee, two titmice and a wren. The lilac leaves hang limp in the humid air. #
  • @SteveHuff And we thank you for all 47,447. in reply to SteveHuff #
  • Qarrtsiluni is open for submissions on the theme of Animals in the City, ed. by David Cazden and @BluegrassPoet http://t.co/gNGQ88kS #

Twitter Weekly Updates for 2012-08-26

  • I get up to pick the ripe berries on the spicebush in my garden. Allspice aroma wafts up from the red drupes as I pinch them off the twigs. #
  • 9:40. The strange, pipe organ-like moan of a steam locomotive blowing the Plummer's Hollow crossing raises the hair on the back of my neck. #
  • I'd completely forgotten about it until I heard that whistle from a mile and a half away. RT @NickelPlate765 Approaching Tyrone. [9:32 AM] #
  • Had I remembered & gone down to see it, tho, I wouldn't know what it sounded like from here—a sound that haunted the hollow for 100+ years. #
  • Tent caterpillar webs billow, white as sails—still full of the dawn fog. Two nuthatches kvetch back and forth at the woods' edge. #
  • Sunbeams through the fog. The thin bull thistle beside the road with its one purple head sways ever so slightly into and out of the light. #
  • Sound is out of the east. And even first thing in the morning, the machines at the quarry sound tired. They bellow. They groan. They keen. #
  • Love after 40 doesn’t make the pop charts. It’s too absurd. http://t.co/e2shvERZ #
  • @SteveHuff The same way chickens do: one peck at a time. For the truly vicious, teeth are optional. in reply to SteveHuff #
  • A murky sunrise. Gnatcatchers high in the tulip tree dart and hover, tiny silhouettes against a cross-hatch of stratus clouds. #
  • "Fulgurite": a decidely odd look at sex on the beach. http://t.co/n0Lp99GM #
  • @Zirconium Thanks for sharing that, Peg. Much appreciated. in reply to Zirconium #
  • @mernathomas Hey, thanks for sharing that. in reply to mernathomas #
  • A small brown butterfly flutters low over the porch floor, checking out the three brown walnut leaflets, one of which trembles in its wake. #

Twitter Weekly Updates for 2012-08-19

  • Even hanging upside-down from a Canada thistle and stuffing her beak with thistledown, the goldfinch never stops chittering. #
  • Another cool, Septemberish morning. A chipping sparrow lands on the garden walk beside the porch and gives me a quick, quizzical look. #
  • A large praying mantis at the edge of the porch, near where I sit, turns its head to watch me with unblinking, space-alien eyes. #
  • cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket CROW CROW CROW cricket cricket cricket crick #
  • Red leaves in the yard—the red of spring rather than autumn. The multiflora rose, pruned once again by passing deer, struggles to re-leaf. #
  • All the missing videos at http://t.co/foyFUDuJ ain't my fault; Vimeo is down. See http://t.co/TXjr92b3 (Best of luck to @Vimeo engineers!) #
  • A hummingbird sits on the tip of one of the dead cherry's few remaining twigs, like a fat green leaf with the stem pointing the wrong way. #
  • Join me in helping to send Heather Haley (founder of Visible Verse) to Buenos Aires for Videobardo on @indiegogo http://t.co/rGBVGtFA #
  • A hawk circles over the ridge, higher and higher, until it appears smaller and fainter than the white blood cells criss-crossing my retina. #

Twitter Weekly Updates for 2012-08-12

  • the locusts look as if / they’ve been eaten by locusts: / leafminers http://t.co/uMheIYYQ #
  • Just after daylight, the sound of a shower approaching and petering out before it reaches the porch.Two chickadees flit through the bushes. #
  • Screw (a political poem): http://t.co/Kzma2DG2 Too obvious? Maybe. #
  • @jacsongs Thanks! in reply to jacsongs #
  • Sunlight struggles through the haze. The large black-and-blue butterfly known as a red-spotted purple keeps returning to my red porch floor. #
  • I mentioned red-spotted purples. Here they are in a #videopoem by Peter Stephens, @SlowReads : http://t.co/Cu2fIhUm #
  • Sweet flag: http://t.co/viI2syk3 In which I share a credo of sorts. #
  • The sun climbs through the big red maple. A young Carolina wren sits on the springhouse gable, still and quiet, just swiveling its head. #
  • @wilfulblindness @awilsonpoet Thanks, Anna! in reply to wilfulblindness #
  • @kitabet Hey, glad you liked. in reply to kitabet #
  • A half-grown fawn, no mother in sight, wanders through the foxtail millet and into the woods, its fading spots glimmering in the deep shade. #
  • The first blooming tall goldenrod glows yellow at the woods' edge. In a cherry tree, a fall webworm tent enshrouds a garland of dead leaves. #
  • New poem: Shark's Tooth. http://t.co/9l8hP2SA #
  • A shimmer of rain. One of the lower branches on the big tulip tree has been stripped of bark, but its leaves haven't gotten the news. #
  • (Porcupine? Deer standing on its hind legs? Could be either one.) #
  • Another quiet morning as the songbirds go through their annual molt. Cicada. Yellow-billed cuckoo. Last night's rain glistens on the grass. #

Twitter Weekly Updates for 2012-08-05

  • Tiny ants are digging holes in the tansy flowers—yellow eyes with seething black pupils. A single-propeller plane: the sound of a clear day. #
  • A wood thrush fledgling lands on the lower bar of the fretwork spandrel, breast feathers disheveled, eyerings imparting a look of surprise. #
  • @marlyyoumans Those are good rules. in reply to marlyyoumans #
  • @janeholland1 They should follow the lead of @george_szirtes – a top British poet making very good use of this medium. in reply to janeholland1 #
  • My latest #homebrew is a gruit ale featuring mountain mint, yarrow and wild bergamot. http://t.co/Ui77OoX6 #
  • @marlyyoumans Yes, I just love the common names of plants—instant poetry. in reply to marlyyoumans #
  • A katydid that had been perched on my chair leg walks jerkily across the porch and stops in the shadow of a railing, outlandishly green. #
  • @Tweedd_Ale Thanks. That's an impressive-looking homebrewing set-up you have there! in reply to Tweedd_Ale #
  • @laurathepoet Sure, come on over. But now that you're in San Francisco rather than Pittsburgh, I'm thinking it might be a bit of a drive. in reply to laurathepoet #
  • @dylan20 Actually, I think yours is the *least* wince-worthy on that list. in reply to dylan20 #
  • A field cricket chirps and falls silent, but the tree crickets never stop trilling. A small, purple tuft lit up by the sun: Russian thistle. #
  • A field cricket chirps and falls silent, but the tree crickets never stop trilling. A small, purple tuft lit up by the sun: Canada thistle. #
  • Again it takes a finger of sun to draw my attention to something in plain sight: the foxtail millet heads—tails?—bent low by their seeds. #
  • The American burying beetle vs. the culture of death: http://t.co/TaK9n30Q #KeystoneXL #familyvalues #CBD #
  • Green blur: a hummingbird. Two or three pileated woodpeckers cackle back and forth. The meter reader's truck, its flashing yellow light. #
  • Connotation Press has just launched a new monthly column on #videopoetry and poetry film, by poet Erica Goss: http://t.co/cV36f3VZ #
  • Cool but humid. A vireo sings quietly, as if talking to himself. One of those quick, small flies cleans its wings with its hind-most legs. #
  • My favorite love song of all time: http://t.co/sjS16Y0j #SepulturaSaturday #

Twitter Weekly Updates for 2012-07-29

  • Even in flight, the cuckoos skulk: two pairs of thin wings as fast and silent as a burglar's gloves. A small red beetle circles the yard. #
  • A sleek black-and-yellow potter wasp is visiting the bergamot, biting a hole in the base of each drooping floret to suck the nectar. #
  • @ezrafitz Yes, quite right. in reply to ezrafitz #
  • New post: Hit the Lights http://t.co/VR5W3pZg #poetry #nottheMetallicasong #
  • Six times in a row, the wood pewee chimes in right after the field sparrow. Don't tell me birds don't sing in part for the pleasure of it. #
  • @fiona_robyn @alotus_poetry Thanks for the kind thoughts. Hope all's well with you, too. in reply to fiona_robyn #
  • Scythes revisited: http://t.co/uaxAhb7D In which I meet a 90-year-old former occupant of my house in Plummer's Hollow. #
  • Cloudless and cool. The only cricket sound is a low murmur. From up in the woods, the distant crashing of deer running through the laurel. #
  • The yark, yark of ravens skimming the trees, the low cloud ceiling just above. Crushing humidity. Vegetation still drips from a dawn storm. #
  • @mslopatto @eroston "It’s still too early to know if rains will affect barley used in Scotland’s whiskey." 14th paragraph. in reply to mslopatto #
  • Bill Knott, one of our greatest poets, is self-publishing his work and giving it away to anyone who buys a painting: http://t.co/ewkoiwMk #
  • Bill Knott, cont'd: For $150, I got a painting, a print and 15 (!) of Knott's 'homepubs," 1000s of poems in all. http://t.co/ewkoiwMk #
  • .@kitabet I love "Praise ignorance, for what man has not encountered he has not destroyed." #wendellberry in reply to kitabet #
  • @kitabet First read Farming: A Handbook when I was 13 or 14. I like it better now–don't think I understood it too well at that age. in reply to kitabet #
  • @kitabet I like his Sabbath Poems too. Almost makes me want to be Christian, which is saying a lot. in reply to kitabet #
  • Changes to The Morning Porch website: http://t.co/wgluIkgP #WordPress #
  • @kitabet Very cool. (UCC? Quakers?) in reply to kitabet #
  • Correction to my earlier post about Bill Knott: you can get a painting & at least 10 books for as little as $100. http://t.co/aVtOk1o0 #
  • And in a related vein, I have a new poem up, "Death of the Author": http://t.co/ynHz3cuw #
  • @I_am_Ozma Yes, exactly. in reply to I_am_Ozma #
  • @CollinKelley First I heard of FastPencil. Wow. They seem to be trying to erase the line between self- and vanity publishing, don't they? in reply to CollinKelley #
  • Sitting outside with my laptop, blind to the world. A phoebe flies past two feet from my nose, followed a minute later by a hummingbird. #
  • And now a young Carolina wren is staring at me from a porch railing three feet away. They're not being friendly. They want me gone. #

Twitter Weekly Updates for 2012-07-22

  • Ten percent of the tulip tree's leaves have turned yellow in response to the drought. Goldfinches pass through like a yellow wind. #
  • Picking bergamot leaves, I'm startled by one leaf that leaps to escape: a katydid. It watches me wild-eyed from an adjacent plant. #
  • @Motionpoems Congratulations! Quite an honor. in reply to Motionpoems #
  • An enormous horsefly patrols the porch railing, gray and golden hairs shining in the sun. The faint croaks of a raven somewhere to the west. #
  • Distant thunder. A black ichneumon wasp walks circles on the porch floor, its wings flickering jerkily like images in a silent film. #
  • @ThePoetsLizard @seon_joon Well, somebody did have a *rather* dyspeptic Facebook update on just that very spelling error not long ago. in reply to ThePoetsLizard #
  • @ggreenwald I click on @mondoweiss to see who I know follows this "hate site": a Church of the Brethren minister and two rabbis. in reply to ggreenwald #
  • The true story of Pandora: http://t.co/ETgCd0RF #
  • At last @tejucole has taken up blogging again, this time at the @newinquiryhttp://t.co/2bDQiGVj Somewhere Abdul-Walid is chuckling. #
  • @JasonDCrane If you're in NYC, that couldn't be very many people. I'd say they're probably not right in the head, but harmless. in reply to JasonDCrane #
  • @JasonDCrane Oh wait, no—you'ns are in Bellefonte. You're on your own there buddy. Watch out for the scrapple. in reply to JasonDCrane #
  • The sound of a hummingbird at full throttle: a male rocketing back and forth in front of the cedar tree for a hidden female audience of one. #
  • Lorem ipsum move over—it's hipster ipsum. http://t.co/yJABRigF #
  • A deer leaps and twists in the tall grass to elude a fly, his damp pelt pale as a salmon, hoarse breathing just audible above the rain. #
  • Twenty Second Filmpoem: 20 poets, 20 seconds each http://t.co/Wn6EQEgq by @alastaircook – wonderful #micropoetry and #videopoetry #
  • .@nprmusic needs to hire @tejucole to host a weekly radio program—I love the Friday top-ten lists. (Might be hard to pigeon-hole, though.) #
  • Spiderwebs in the meadow and the big rosettes of mullein leaves next to the road glisten with their haul of beads from last night's rain. #
  • Reading the Icelandic sagas: http://t.co/aMy0US2R #
  • Twitter humor is getting awfully sophisticated these days! @KimKierkegaard and @50ShedsofGrey are worth the price of admission. #
  • @KrisLindbeck Thanks for the hand-crafted RT! in reply to KrisLindbeck #

Twitter Weekly Updates for 2012-07-15

  • I fail to spot him on the branch or on the wing, this noisy vireo with an insomniac's eye—a genius at self-effacement and at holding forth. #
  • Two cabbage white butterflies chase, briefly syncing their herky-jerky flights. The yard looks dusty, but it's only the flour on my glasses. #
  • A pale cranefly illuminated by the early-morning sun looks almost angelic, until it lands and begins groping its way with its antennae. #
  • @SteveHuff You could write a book: "The Power of Negative Thinking." in reply to SteveHuff #
  • @SteveHuff (And that would be a book Americans badly need to read. I blame happy talk for much of our social and political malaise.) in reply to SteveHuff #
  • @SteveHuff "…author of the unpopular blog Via Negativa." I'd be honored. in reply to SteveHuff #
  • A red-spotted purple butterfly is in my seat, slow-dancing with its attenuated shadow. The ageless wheezing of a black-and-white warbler. #
  • (Those are both the actual species' names, FWIW, not my descriptions.) #
  • Heaven from above: http://t.co/kjsykPO1 "Dogs must've been the true chosen ones, judging by their noise & numbers & the scarcity of cats." #
  • I've always known Penn State had its dark side (DoD research, oil industry ties, etc.). So why am I so affected by the #Freeh report? #
  • Another gorgeous morning spoiled by the smell of cow shit. I think of the pastoral idyll, land-grant universities turned bloated and foul. #
  • "A halo, lowered just a foot or so, becomes a noose." —AP sports columnist Jim Litke #sayitaintsoJoe #
  • Under a flat white sky, the catbird's brassy harangue. Will it rain today? Some meadow plants are going limp while others are turning stiff. #
  • We'll remember this as the summer a cerulean warbler sang incessantly in the yard, which every day—presto!—produced more rabbits. #
  • The Morning Porch as an example of place-based micro-journaling: http://t.co/x40QKfg1 @johnmiedema #android #10-mileapp #
  • @wilfulblindness Thanks, Anna. in reply to wilfulblindness #
  • @mrlindner Might have been. It's up now. It's on Dreamhost, a webhosting company that seems to believe in the efficacy of regular naps. in reply to mrlindner #
  • What to call it: http://t.co/2JhkwNeG #poetry #Sandusky #fraglit #
  • @seon_joon Good work, but you'd better correct spelling of "lightning" or @ThePoetsLizard will chastise you! in reply to seon_joon #
  • @KrisLindbeck I enjoyed the essay. in reply to KrisLindbeck #

Twitter Weekly Updates for 2012-07-08

  • A thin bead curtain hangs from the walnut tree: tiny tussock moth caterpillars, curled tight as question marks, rappelling down to the road. #
  • @KrisLindbeck Thanks. Probably should have said "abseiling"—a broader term as I understand it—but figured that would've been too obscure. in reply to KrisLindbeck #
  • In the morning coolness, I glimpse a pair of Carolina wrens perched on a lilac branch, touching bills to pass some winged morsel. #
  • @I_am_Ozma Odin. Because he stole poetry from the giants and brought it to Asgard in the form of vomit. And because of Huginn and Muninn. in reply to I_am_Ozma #
  • A towhee by the springhouse sings an inverted version of his usual song. The first purple bergamot is in bloom—a court jester's absurd hat. #
  • @SteveHuff Liked your points about comedians. Kinda resembles the common perception about novelists—"I could do it if i just had the time." in reply to SteveHuff #
  • The catbird emerges from the lilac, gray as ever, and begins to scold. The cuckoo, by contrast, sounds mechanical—almost ready for a clock. #
  • "It is very much a smoking duck that walks and quacks like the Higgs."—Oliver Buchmueller. CERN badly needs a poet-in-residence. #
  • At sunrise, two bird calls I associate with early spring: blue-headed vireo and chickadee. But the breeze is warm, the sun a lurid orange. #
  • Goat's Beard, Deer-Tongue, Goggle Eyes — just a few of my more interesting neighbors. http://t.co/cCG1zdM1 #
  • In the cool of the morning, I cup my hands to my ears and listen to wind in the grass, the hum of insects, the distant moans of a dove. #
  • The truth about breasts: http://t.co/1neitLSl #
  • @RedRuby37 High praise — thanks. in reply to RedRuby37 #
  • A fawn among the wild garlic: the white tops continue in the spots of its coat. Later, a hummingbird at the beebalm: matching red throats. #

Twitter Weekly Updates for 2012-07-01