Woman (truth) will not be pinned down. In truth woman, truth will not be pinned down.
That which will not be pinned down by truth is, in truth - feminine. This should not, however, be hastily mistaken for a woman's feminity, for female sexuality, or for any other of those essentializing fetishes which might still tantalize the dogmatic philosopher, the impotent artist or the inexperienced seducer who has not yet escaped his foolish hopes of capture.
The divergence within truth elevates itself. It is elevated in quotation marks (the screeching machinations of a hooker, or crane (grue), its flight and clapping claws)...
Derrida Spurs. (If you scroll, alternate pages are in French.)
My late Cajun grandmother used to kill the chickens for dinner by picking them up and flinging them by their necks.
Fling & snap.
Tough lady. Sent three sons off to WWII, her brother landed on Omaha Beach and her husband (my grandfather) was held by the FBI out of his pre-war sympathies to Mussolini. They threatened to send him to, I believe, Minnesota where Italian-Americans were held (it wasn't just Japanese-Americans).
Boy, she'd clear out one of these townhall meetings in under a minute.
Cranes are beautiful animals. They have been revered in many cultures for their grace (Japanese, Russians, Brits) - even given divine status for such beauty (ancient Egyptians).
In Africa, I confess that on two "safaris" I took I was far more interested in the little critters, various native Africans met - than in "Big Game". Big Game is mentally filed under several hundred TV shows seen. The little critters and Africans were something new, discovered as you saw them for the 1st time. Pools of iridescent orange and blue butterflies. Trees full of fruit bats hanging upside down and chirping. Rock hyraxes in the copjies. Watching a 12-foot cobra slithering through the grass 20 feet from you.
And the cranes and storks and vultures. You could watch them for hours.
Oh..yeah...one big game animal is even more impressive in person. Nile crocs. And I imagine elephants would be if you were on foot. A bull moose is incredibly intimidating if you bluder in on one and he doesn't like you being there. An elephant would be 10 times that "pucker factor" if you weren't in a jeep ready to scoot away at 90 kph.
"He comes over sometimes when I'm scything a swath across the lawn, I suppose for company."
More likely because you are making it so much easier for that chicken to cross the road, but judging from those few fringe tail feathers, he just might prefer that you give him wider berth while scything.
In the words of my Siberian grandmother, "You need to reach the other side unscathed by a scyth."
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24 comments:
redhead
He is a Commie bird for sure.
No grus guru, no grus method, no grus teacher.
It is now pitch black.
You are likely to be eaten by a gru(e).
Wasn't "gru" Italian Renaissance slang for a prostitute?
Just remember, it's a short trip from Grus grus to foie gras.
Van Jones prefers the prothonotary warbler.
I guess I'm the only one who understands that obscure reference; it was before my time but I read about it.
hint - pumpkin and papers
Siberian White Crane in the backyard just now.
He comes over sometimes when I'm scything a swath across the lawn, I suppose for company.
Woman (truth) will not be pinned down. In truth woman, truth will not be pinned down.
That which will not be pinned down by truth is, in truth - feminine. This should not, however, be hastily mistaken for a woman's feminity, for female sexuality, or for any other of those essentializing fetishes which might still tantalize the dogmatic philosopher, the impotent artist or the inexperienced seducer who has not yet escaped his foolish hopes of capture.
The divergence within truth elevates itself. It is elevated in quotation marks (the screeching machinations of a hooker, or crane (grue), its flight and clapping claws)...
Derrida Spurs. (If you scroll, alternate pages are in French.)
I guess I'm the only one who understands that obscure reference; it was before my time but I read about it.
hint - pumpkin and papers
Googled it and got up to speed.
re: Siberian White Crane, very handsome indeed but I thought he looked like a Suburban White Crane.
Would a gris gris made out of grus grus be especially potent?
rhhardin, is that from the people who brought us the Siberian Hamster?
rhhardin, is that from the people who brought us the Siberian Hamster?
That is a good looking chicken.
I like these Black Jersey Cranes myself.
Chinese cranes are interesting.
Cranes you never see anymore...
My late Cajun grandmother used to kill the chickens for dinner by picking them up and flinging them by their necks.
Fling & snap.
Tough lady. Sent three sons off to WWII, her brother landed on Omaha Beach and her husband (my grandfather) was held by the FBI out of his pre-war sympathies to Mussolini. They threatened to send him to, I believe, Minnesota where Italian-Americans were held (it wasn't just Japanese-Americans).
Boy, she'd clear out one of these townhall meetings in under a minute.
Stephen?
Sicilian cranes.
Grus grus
Spotted in New Glarus?
Wow, the vw is "meadvent". I can't imagine any possible meanings.
Cranes are beautiful animals. They have been revered in many cultures for their grace (Japanese, Russians, Brits) - even given divine status for such beauty (ancient Egyptians).
In Africa, I confess that on two "safaris" I took I was far more interested in the little critters, various native Africans met - than in "Big Game". Big Game is mentally filed under several hundred TV shows seen. The little critters and Africans were something new, discovered as you saw them for the 1st time. Pools of iridescent orange and blue butterflies. Trees full of fruit bats hanging upside down and chirping. Rock hyraxes in the copjies. Watching a 12-foot cobra slithering through the grass 20 feet from you.
And the cranes and storks and vultures. You could watch them for hours.
Oh..yeah...one big game animal is even more impressive in person. Nile crocs. And I imagine elephants would be if you were on foot. A bull moose is incredibly intimidating if you bluder in on one and he doesn't like you being there. An elephant would be 10 times that "pucker factor" if you weren't in a jeep ready to scoot away at 90 kph.
"He comes over sometimes when I'm scything a swath across the lawn, I suppose for company."
More likely because you are making it so much easier for that chicken to cross the road, but judging from those few fringe tail feathers, he just might prefer that you give him wider berth while scything.
In the words of my Siberian grandmother, "You need to reach the other side unscathed by a scyth."
Early Saturday morning activity noticed.
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