Twitter Weekly Updates for 2012-09-09

  • An underwing moth rests under the roof; I get out the guide. Could it be Charming, Girlfriend, The Bride, Oldwife, Sad or Sordid Underwing? #
  • The Erebinae are like some inter-species opera. There's also The Betrothed, The Sweetheart, The Old Maid, Tearful, Youthful, Black Witch… #
  • I think the one I saw was The Sweetheart, but don’t hold me to that. #
  • I consulted the beautiful new Peterson Field Guide to Moths of Northeastern North America by David Beadle and @seabrookeleckie#
  • …and fell down a rabbit-hole of wondrous forms and bizarre and poetic names. (Abrupt Brother! Spun Glass Slug Moth! Powdered Bigwig!) #
  • @HeracliteanFire Do you get the feeling that lepidopterists are frustrated poets? in reply to HeracliteanFire #
  • Moving Poems profiled in Connotation Press: http://t.co/WsskYbFK #videopoetry #
  • A squirrel leaping between treetops miscalculates and falls 40 feet to the ground. It lies stunned for a minute, walnut still in its teeth. #
  • @CollinKelley Terrific collection! Hope they'll follow up with a list of those with the best usability—interesting how often the 2 conflict. in reply to CollinKelley #
  • @alembic I'm drinking imperial stout tonight, too. (From Brooklyn Brewery—10% ABV.) Cheers! in reply to alembic #
  • Another dark, humid morning. A deer comes crashing through the laurel, turns and doubles back, as if trying to shake her entourage of flies. #
  • Manual: How to Listen (Swoon/Dave Bonta) at 22 Magazine's blog: http://t.co/7HjorGle #videopoetry #
  • @kiefpief Well, gosh. Thanks for reading. in reply to kiefpief #
  • The distant gargle of compression release engine brakes. Dark clouds moving very slowly, as if deliberating where to drop their rain. #
  • When I come out, a committee of flies is convening on my chair, despite the chill. Ten minutes pass without a single bird call, then phoebe. #
  • To be small is to be distant / & vice versa. http://t.co/YM80ULWZ #
  • Fog from the valley spills over the ridgetop and advances on the porch. The jays start calling, unable to see each other in adjacent trees. #
  • The hairs on my arm tower over the scarlet mite wandering among them. The air shimmers with what the Chinese call maomaoyu—fine hair rain. #