The Angler Chants

Upon a rock-strewn western strand
Storm-driven waves thunder in
Rhythmic crashing I count the series
Three small, one large, the twelfth the largest
The fog begins to form.

Far east a dark hatted wheelchair
Claims arcane control of the winds
Chimeric chants, undisclosed locations
Connect secret dots, read foreign entrails
The fog sweeps in.

Pour water down a chained man’s throat till death’s smell starts
Chant three times, talk in circles, claim circumspect
A mumbled rendition
The storm will soon abate
The fog thickens.

Farther east, storm tossed on a raging sea
A father’s son slept on a boat
Woken by fearful fishermen, spoke
“Be still” and laid back down
The seas calmed.

The wind shifts, the mists recede, the seas calm
The dark hat tosses bones, chants three times thrice again
The angler summons, opaque shadows coalesce
I count the receding waves
The clouds gather for the next storm.

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Photo for Friday

larrykayaktakuKayaking through the ice fog in front of Taku Glacier on the Taku River.

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Poetry for Thursday

W.B. Yeats, promoting the quiet contemplation needed for the spark of genius.

Long-Legged Fly

That civilization may not sink,
Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the pony
To a distant post;
Our master Caesar is in the tent
Where the maps are spread,
His eyes fixed upon nothing,
A hand under his head.
(Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.)

That the topless towers be burnt
And men recall that face,
Move most gently if move you must
In this lonely place.
She thinks, part woman, three parts a child,
That nobody looks; her feet
Practise a tinker shuffle
Picked up on a street.
(Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
Her mind moves upon silence.)

That girls at puberty may find
The first Adam in their thought,
Shut the door of the Pope’s chapel,
Keep those children out.
There on that scaffolding reclines
Michael Angelo.
With no more sound than the mice make
His hand moves to and fro.
(Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.)

W.B. Yeats

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Updated Sarah Palin Poll Numbers

Hays Research has released updated poll numbers, the first since Sarah Palin resigned from office.  The poll was conducted 29-30 July, and has a margin of error of 4.9%.  For more information, see my earlier post or the Hays Research website.

Here’s the trendline graphs:

PalinPolltrendUpdateThese are the aggregate numbers, with trend lines.  The non-aggregated data is a little more interesting.

PalinPoll073009She’s succeeded in pissing off about 1 in 3 Alaskans.

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Basho Haiku

The household events of last night and this morning prompted memories of Basho.

mewing, bedroom’s
touched by moonlight.

Spring rain –
under trees
a crystal stream

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Latest Sarah Palin Poll Numbers

An addendum to earlier posts, here and here, adding the most recent poll results from the 5 May survey.

The telephone survey polled 400 Alaskans over 18 years old, selected randomly.  If no one was home, up to four consecutive attempts were made to reduce non-response bias.  The margin of error is 4.9% and the confidence level is 95%.


The downward slide continues.  She has suffered a 45% loss of people who rate her “very positive”,  and the number of people who view her “very negatively” continues to grow.

Her overall “positive” rating (“very positive” + “somewhat positive”) was around 80% throughout much of 2007 and 2008.  Once she started campaigning for vice-president those numbers started to nosedive.

Conversely, her negative numbers are rising, especially the “strongly negative” replies.


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Spring is coming.  Out for my morning walk, I heard the first varied thrush of the year.  The breeze is warmer, with every day above freezing.  The days are noticeably longer, and the sun actually feels warm to these old bones.  The buds on the alders are beginning to swell.

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