Yesterday I showed you some photographs that Tom had taken of an object I’d found on the beach at Carry Farm, and about which I’d subsequently written a poem. Here’s that poem.
At Carry Farm
Here, at the brink of
land and water
a pale ghost
grounded.
Supple, limpid, damp
in the palm,
in two hours, bone’s
become dry land
brittle and frail
as the air of this October morning.
Its aft
etched out
with cochlear
complexity
its flanks
two braids
delicately turned,
as full of intention and desire
as a saint’s twist of flaxen hair.
You reach for florid
comparators
but it sits
in its own
singularity
Asking its questions of you:
What does a squid beak really look like?
Dogfish? egg case? fin?
Which bleak depths were plumbed
by the freak creature from whom this scrap was cast?
Your mind assigns the object its own categories:
strange thing, dead thing
riven, serous, quaint, a thing of water
but
you are more out of your element than it.
There’s no
mystery — for
this rent
curve
is simply there
to bear
and consecrate
the ordinary weight
of a body
wind-hauled till
the last storm saw
its sternum
broken.
She for whom flight was once
mundane might mock
the bewildered land-bound hand that holds her.
You too should
scoff
at your need
to discover
the uncanny in the commonplace.
The world is just itself, and not
as you expected.
See it not, then
as a broken
curiosity
but as a thing
entire.
An exercise in
form
becoming gesture:
of flight
and the memory of flight:
the quick heart
beneath the wings
beating out
time’s rhythm.
The tick, the trick
of being betwixt
while being:
air becoming earth becoming air.
At Carry Farm
could a trace
disclose
a terminus?
a fracture conjure
the immaculate?
I think it is the lower jaw of a sea turtle- minus the beak and a bit battered. really stunning photographs and poem.
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We know enough. Lovely.
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I love your poem… Looks like your time at Carry Farm was very productive. Thank you for your daily offerings.
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Yay, I was right (I think). A bird sternum?
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A bird sternum, as your poem suggests – I loved yesterday’s photos, especially the end-on one of the hollow bone structure with those lovely, lightweight trusses for strength. Thanks to both of you for the beautiful words and pictures.
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A bird sternum, as your poem suggests – I loved yesterday’s photos, especially the end-on one of the hollow bone structure with those lovely, lightweight trusses for strength. Thanks to both of you for the beautiful words and pictures.
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Very very nice
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What a series of beautiful words and poignant images you bring up. OK, what in the Sam hill IS it? I have a feeling I will be dreaming about it!!
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Very cool!
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Yes I too would love to know what it is. That you for the beautiful photos and poem!
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Lovely… thank you, again, Kate for helping to keep us (me) going with your daily offerings—words, images, objects, beauty in many forms. 🙏🏻
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Your command of words and putting them to paper is so much appreciated by me. Thank you so much, Kate.
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I thought it was a carcass of a squid, a cast off layer, like snakes do, when they grow.
I love your words x
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Beautiful words. You could link Keel too and that word has many links to where you found it. ☺️
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Lovely poem–Lovely images
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Kate: your command of words is as finely honed as your command of knitting needles. Amazing poem.
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I really want to know what the object is! (I am very literal). I am guessing whale or bird bone?
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I’m with you. I’m really none the wiser…
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