The (Most) Nabobist

it is very easy to carry a shovel
in to the yard and to break ground.
the pick and dig of green velour
breaks crisply under the sharpness
of even the dullest blades.
but for the piling on of that earth, dies as it
mounds round like some gradual pompei
before the screams and witless scrambles
that fell back to earth from such high places.

I love the animation, effects, and editing of this. Those white masking effects are effective; I’m redundant. It’s an animation of a poem by Billy Collins. The poem is about forgetfulness. I was just talking to a friend recently about how the moon was a certain sliver and color that night and that there was a song lyric on the tip of my tongue(that I used to know by heart). It was a pink moon.

From the Farmer’s Alamanac,

Full Pink Moon – April This name came from the herb moss pink, or wild ground phlox, which is one of the earliest widespread flowers of the spring. Other names for this month’s celestial body include the Full Sprouting Grass Moon, the Egg Moon, and among coastal tribes the Full Fish Moon, because this was the time that the shad swam upstream to spawn.

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There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew
Who had so many things which he wanted to do
That, whenever he thought it was time to begin,
He couldn’t because of the state he was in.

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Dearest little Kora,
stuttered steps, infant heart.
A belly full of songs,
awoken, sings.

it is very easy to carry a single shovel
into the yard and to break ground.
the pick and dig of green velour
breaks crisply under the sharpness
of even the dullest blunt blades.
but for the piling on of that earth, dies as it
mounds 'round like some gradual pompei
before the screams and witless scrambles
that fell back to earth from such high places.

I fell down the rabbit hole.
In the bunker, the Dalai Lama.
I learned how to climb out.
On the lawn, the Dalai Lama.

Owned, you've been nowed.
Right up onto the tip of your tongue.
Speak it for it might be gone.
All your possessions burnt downe.

...the sun loves the moon...
...he chases her around the world...
...he sinks himself into the sea at dusk...
...while she dries her eyes with his twilight...


2002