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3 Weeks 4 Dreamwidth: Days 1 & 2
So I understand 3 weeks for Dreamwidth is running through May 15. So I am going to try to do a post a day for it. Prompts and/or questions for you to answer in the comments. Or you can leave a comment fic in comments section (up to 3 sentences). Or you can leave a link to something interesting on the given topic.
3 Weeks 4 Dreamwidth 2023 Days 1 & 2: penguins!
Yesterday was World Penguin Day.
Question: What is your favourite polar animal? Polar bears, arctic foxes, seals, penguins...
Here's a collage spread. P is for penguin. And I did a triple drabble over at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
sweetandshort about Sherlock and John on a case at the zoo: Trying [Gen].
And since we're still in Poetry Month, here's someone who also liked penguins! Pablo Neruda, who wrote about the Magellanic penguins on Chiloe Island, Chile (which I have seen with my own eyes! I loved Chiloe.) The last stanza is pretty neat.
Magellanic Penguin by Pablo Neruda (trans. Jack Schmitt)
Neither clown nor child nor black
nor white but vertical
and a questioning innocence
dressed in night and snow.
The mother smiles at the sailor,
the fisherman at the astronaut,
but the child child does not smile
when he looks at the bird child,
and from the disorderly ocean
the immaculate passenger
emerges in snowy mourning.
I was without doubt the child bird
there in the cold archipelagoes
when it looked at me with its eyes,
with its ancient ocean eyes:
it had neither arms nor wings
but hard little oars
on its sides:
it was as old as the salt,
the age of moving water,
and it looked at me from its age
since then I know I do not exist,
I am a worm in the sand.
The reasons for my respect
remained in the sand:
that religious bird
did not need to fly,
did not need to sing,
and though its form was visible
its wild soul bled salt
as if a vein from the bitter sea
had been broken.
Penguin, static traveler,
deliberate priest of the cold,
I salute your vertical salt
and envy your plumbed pride.
3 Weeks 4 Dreamwidth 2023 Days 1 & 2: penguins!
Yesterday was World Penguin Day.
Question: What is your favourite polar animal? Polar bears, arctic foxes, seals, penguins...
Here's a collage spread. P is for penguin. And I did a triple drabble over at
sweetandshort about Sherlock and John on a case at the zoo: Trying [Gen].
And since we're still in Poetry Month, here's someone who also liked penguins! Pablo Neruda, who wrote about the Magellanic penguins on Chiloe Island, Chile (which I have seen with my own eyes! I loved Chiloe.) The last stanza is pretty neat.
Magellanic Penguin by Pablo Neruda (trans. Jack Schmitt)
Neither clown nor child nor black
nor white but vertical
and a questioning innocence
dressed in night and snow.
The mother smiles at the sailor,
the fisherman at the astronaut,
but the child child does not smile
when he looks at the bird child,
and from the disorderly ocean
the immaculate passenger
emerges in snowy mourning.
I was without doubt the child bird
there in the cold archipelagoes
when it looked at me with its eyes,
with its ancient ocean eyes:
it had neither arms nor wings
but hard little oars
on its sides:
it was as old as the salt,
the age of moving water,
and it looked at me from its age
since then I know I do not exist,
I am a worm in the sand.
The reasons for my respect
remained in the sand:
that religious bird
did not need to fly,
did not need to sing,
and though its form was visible
its wild soul bled salt
as if a vein from the bitter sea
had been broken.
Penguin, static traveler,
deliberate priest of the cold,
I salute your vertical salt
and envy your plumbed pride.
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Yes, they are amazing animals.
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