starling murmurations over boundary bay

"starling flocks, it turns out, are best described with equations of "critical transitions"
systems that are poised to tip, to be almost instantly and completely transformed, like metals 
becoming magnetized or liquid turning to gas. each starling in a flock is connected to every
other. when a flock turns in unison, it’s a phase transition. . . .

but what physiological mechanisms allow it to happen almost simultaneously in two birds
separated by hundreds of feet and hundreds of other birds? that remains to be discovered" . . .

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Quench a thirst ("Interior Deserts" by Juarroz)

medusa syndrome series IX

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 Interior deserts,
vague litanies for someone who died
leaving all the doors open.
A gray cloak over another cloak of no color.
Excessive densities. 
Even the wind casts a shadow.
Mockery of the landscape.

Nothing left to call to 
but a flat dark sun
or an endless rain.
Or wipe out the landscape
with the wind and its shadow.

And there is one further resort:
drive the desert mad
until it turns into water
and drinks itself.

It it better to madden the desert
than to live there.

- Roberto Juarroz, Vertical Poetry
tr. by W.S. Merwin

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Happy solstice! Welcome Winter 2013!



restless hands forge age
rings upon the face of [h]ours
with each breath I take
the days grow cold - lead-heavy
anchor into gravity



"do souls resist?"

                                                                                    or drift, or rift -