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Crow June 1, 2009

Posted by The Typist in poem, Poetry, Toulouse Street.
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If we seem obsessed a bit with crows of late here on Toulouse Street, well, a person has to be obsessed with something, just as stones are obsessed with their spot, plants with the day star, cats with their creeping prey and crow, well, Crow I think is obsessed with us: watching, askance and laughing.


Crow Blacker Than Ever
By Ted Hughes

When God, disgusted with man,
Turned towards heaven,
And man, disgusted with God,
Turned towards Eve,
Things looked like falling apart.

But Crow Crow
Crow nailed them together,
Nailing heaven and earth together-

So man cried, but with God’s voice.
And God bled, but with man’s blood.

Then heaven and earth creaked at the joint
Which became gangrenous and stank-
A horror beyond redemption.

The agony did not diminish.

Man could not be man nor God God.

The agony




Crying: “This is my Creation,”

Flying the black flag of himself.


1. Emperor Ming - June 2, 2009

Crow crow
They gotta go
Friends of crow say No
Whatta they know?


2. Adrastos - June 2, 2009

I’m, of course, obsessed with tevee’s Croooow T. Robot.


3. mf aka wet bank guy - June 3, 2009

That Crooooow certainly has the Trickster on him.


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