Want to point to the new poetry below by Aleksandar Novakovich and a return visit by Desi Di Nardo. Strong poets from the Balkans and Canada, respectively. Please comment on their works and let them know your impressions.
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Now, for that digression. Albeit brief. I recently heard an interesting fact on the radio. Deer like the grass on the side of the road because it is more loaded with certain kinds of nutrients they need. It’s loaded with that nutrition primarily because we mow the grass along side our roads continuously. Deer are attracted to that grass, and can’t really judge the speed of cars on the highway. Hence the accidents. In addition, the months of October and November is their time to get ready for the Winter, to fatten up, to prepare. It’s also their time to mate. Deer are also most likely to be on the move at dawn or dusk. Always be careful, but especially careful during those hours, and please allow for plenty of space between you and the car in front of you. For obvious reasons.
Why do I bring this up? My journey later today. My journey back into the mountains on my way to the falls. I’m doing this mostly for the spirit, but also for the photos. I want to capture the leaves as they change and fall, capture the water as it drops down the side of the cliff and into subsequent pools, and find some new meaning in the rocks, the trees, the wind and sun. Testing myself against the cliff side, I want to hike up the steep incline, push onward and upward until I can see everything. I want to catch a fawn somewhere between trees, catch it before it darts away, fearing the beast it sees. Snap a picture before I snap a twig. Deer have always mystified and intrigued me, ever since I first read Celtic myths and found that image of a messenger from the other side. The other side. If you follow them long enough . . .
Deer were once something else. They once were beautiful maidens, nymphs and princesses. But an age of disbelief stopped their changeling ways. An age where the divine was removed from nature, from the earth, from flora and fauna alike. They can no longer go back. They can no longer take us with them to the other side, unless we throw off the shackles of our disbelief. Unless we see the divine in all things.
Will post the pictures soon.