Porcupines in trees
A new addition to my series of gripping, action-packed films of porcupines in trees chewing and moving slowly about. This one’s kind of shaky (I forgot the tripod), but the view is novel — almost straight up.
A new addition to my series of gripping, action-packed films of porcupines in trees chewing and moving slowly about. This one’s kind of shaky (I forgot the tripod), but the view is novel — almost straight up.
I don’t look at my video stats very often, so I had no idea until tonight that the most-watched videopoem I’ve ever made is also my longest: “Fly Away Home,” for a poem I wrote called “Harlequin Ladybird,” has been played 915 times, despite being over five minutes long. As I note on Vimeo, it’s …
Austin Kleon: “How to Steal Like an Artist (And 9 Other Things Nobody Told Me)” I usually hate advice posts, but this one is gold. For example: There was a video going around the internet last year of Rainn Wilson, the guy who plays Dwight on The Office. He was talking about creative block, and …
[audio:https://www.vianegativa.us/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/questions-for-the-porcupine.mp3] Porcupine, do the sapless twigs of winter taste any different on the tree you’ve just girdled, this waste of a pine? Its whited branches light the grove like candles, like candelsticks. But you with your poor eyesight must favor the dark: hollows & cavities, the undersides of things, unchewed bark. This pine was unwise …
Watch on Vimeo. This is without a doubt the Undiscovery Channel’s finest production to date, and possibly the most gripping, action-packed 6 minutes and 14 seconds of film you will ever see. Actually, all kidding aside, this is the closest I’ve ever been to a pocupine while it was feeding. Usually they’re at least thirty …
Despite what this porcupine seems to think, there are plenty of trees for everyone at the 13th edition of the Festival of the Trees. __________ Thanks to my friends Chris and Seung for the use of their laptop and high-speed internet to upload the above video, which I shot in Plummer’s Hollow last week. (I …
~ after “Paradise Lost,” Raqib ShawThere are things that bring me back to myself as soon as I’m in their presence,though I might not have known that to be truethe minute before— A window layered all in blueon the lower floor of a gallery, the opening lines of a cello that pry something open in …
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i follow my mother’s tracks following a porcupine where it dragged a tree- filled belly over the snow striped with shadows like the sky striped with clouds the black-and-white of woodpecker wings on the horizon the other end of this very mountain curled like a blue cat in the January sun
A personal selection of posts from the Poetry Blogging Network and beyond.