Such a delight to find this here. 'Blue Planet' et. al. are nicely done enough, but they tend to simply photograph what's there, and wholly miss the sly intestinal nematodishness of Sphyrna mokkarran (the only thing beyond size distinguishing it from the bonnethead, really). Hammerhead trivia: If you emerge from a sub-tropical freshwater river covered in Hammerheads, you can remove them by touching them with a cigarette lighter. Or with a lighted cigarette. But that only works once.
CUCHULAINN WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
SUNRISE THE FLUTEA freak of the future, sylph or cobra,A claw-hammered, gullible,Gumdrop head cloven Like the thumb of a kid I knew when I was seven, Near Holtswood, Coatesville, The Susquehanna, his thumbnailsGlaucous lenses on prongs He deployed to unsnarl Fishing tackle, like chips Off a crystal ball, the purpose Of anything its use, unravelingGaffing, hooking a mermaid’s Fluke because a worm answeredThe light and asked for it,A catfish black as ink in milk.
I can sympathize. My pinky finger was slammed in a door when I very small and thereafter took on the appearance of a tiny peach.
YOST’S JANUS-HEADED THUMBIt was stiff, cloven halfway to Yost’sKnuckle, each prong with its ownGlaucous eyeball of a thumbnail seashell,Like a white moon in a blue skyIn fact sallow, an opposable sigilAnd fluke of change, its stoic Indication of the future and the pastBlind, deaf and dumb, its statusUseful to untangle fishing tackle,A freak of chance that’s everyone’sBeing and presence, everyone weirdAnd divided, hitching a ride, holding back.
What happened to it? Why was his thumb that way?
He was born that way.Some people have six fingersEach hand, some have webbed ones. This kid had a cleft thumb.I was thinking, ponderingYour google-eyed shark With the blue scar or electric scarf Of a perineum, how a freak Of chance, or presence,Was the beginning of the future,What Yeats called the perne In the gyre, and how watching this kid Unsnarl our fishing lines stuckEnigmatically in memory for nearlySixty years. His brother had an ordinary thumb.This was at summer camp. He called him overTo untangle our line with his unique thumb.The purpose of anything is its use.And aren't you and I hitchhikingAnd holding back, as if with cleft thumbs?(Look at Stevens' "Page from a Tale," How our cousins from the beached spaceship,The Whale, approach us with outstretched hands,Eyeballs in their fingertips, presumably looking,As you once said, to make a touch.)
Very appropriate. "The miff-maff-muff of water" deserves an illustration, but I am hardly equal to it.
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