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Poem for Friday


Sturgeon
By Karen Solie


Jackfish and walleye circle like clouds as he strains
the silt floor of his pool, a lost lure in his lip,
Five of Diamonds, River Runt, Lazy Ike,
or a simple spoon, feeding
a slow disease of rust through his body's quiet armour.
Kin to caviar, he's an oily mudfish. Inedible.
Indelible. Ancient grunt of sea
in a warm prairie river, prehistory a third eye in his head.
He rests, and time passes as water and sand
through the long throat of him, in a hiss, as thoughts
of food. We take our guilts
to his valley and dump them in,
give him quicksilver to corrode his fins, weed killer,
gas oil mix, wrap him in poison arms.
Our bottom feeder,
sin-eater.

On an afternoon mean as a hook we hauled him
up to his nightmare of us and laughed
at his ugliness, soft sucker mouth opening,
closing on air that must have felt like ground glass,
left him to die with disdain
for what we could not consume.
And when he began to heave and thrash over yards of rock
to the water's edge and, unbelievably, in,
we couldn't hold him though we were teenaged
and bigger than everything. Could not contain
the old current he had for a mind, its pull,
and his body a muscle called river, called spawn.

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Spent all morning working on the slide show DVD, all afternoon meeting with hotel event manager, all early evening at rehearsal, all suppertime at dinner with my parents at local eatery since none of us felt like dealing with cooking, all night feeling like I am getting apaulled's cold which is the VERY LAST THING I need right now! Tomorrow various relatives are arriving at various times and we are all going to services in the evening, when son will get his kiddush cup and I get to lead the blessing over the Shabbat candles. People have been mailing me Star Trek news all day, mostly stuff about the new restored original series in syndication, but I have not had a spare moment even to read the notes fully. I am going to be so behind when I finally get back to it...


In the summer, these golden lion tamarins live in the trees at the National Zoo.


The zoo is in Rock Creek Park, so there are areas of thick foliage and some pretty steep hills leading down to the creek.


It is terribly cute to look up and see a face like this.


I tried to get a photo of this whole family, but the best I could do was bits of three of the four! They move fast!


And because of their color, they are quite easy to spot on the walk to the Bird House.
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Hey Toronto people -- on Monday my friend Therese's movie I Was a Teenage Feminist is being screened at Ryerson University, followed by a Q&A with the director, whom I knew when we both lived in Chicago but she's Canadian by birth so this is a homecoming for her. The screening is to benefit Ryerson's feminist magazine McClung's and the Ryerson Women's Center, from whom you can get advance tickets for only $3! If you go, please say hello to Therese for me!
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