Thursday, September 01, 2022

Poem for Thursday and Local August

On the Move
By Thom Gunn

The blue jay scuffling in the bushes follows
Some hidden purpose, and the gust of birds
That spurts across the field, the wheeling swallows,
Has nested in the trees and undergrowth.
Seeking their instinct, or their poise, or both,
One moves with an uncertain violence
Under the dust thrown by a baffled sense
Or the dull thunder of approximate words.

On motorcycles, up the road, they come:
Small, black, as flies hanging in heat, the Boys,
Until the distance throws them forth, their hum
Bulges to thunder held by calf and thigh.
In goggles, donned impersonality,
In gleaming jackets trophied with the dust,
They strap in doubt – by hiding it, robust –
And almost hear a meaning in their noise.

Exact conclusion of their hardiness
Has no shape yet, but from known whereabouts
They ride, direction where the tyres press.
They scare a flight of birds across the field:
Much that is natural, to the will must yield.
Men manufacture both machine and soul,
And use what they imperfectly control
To dare a future from the taken routes.

It is a part solution, after all.
One is not necessarily discord
On earth; or damned because, half animal,
One lacks direct instinct, because one wakes
Afloat on movement that divides and breaks.
One joins the movement in a valueless world,
Choosing it, till, both hurler and the hurled,
One moves as well, always toward, toward.

A minute holds them, who have come to go:
The self-defined, astride the created will
They burst away; the towns they travel through
Are home for neither bird nor holiness,
For birds and saints complete their purposes.
At worst, one is in motion; and at best,
Reaching no absolute, in which to rest,
One is always nearer by not keeping still.

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Paul had a morning eye doctor appointment, and the cats acted like they had been abandoned even though I got them kibble and water and treats. When he got home, we had lunch, I talked to my high school friends, I scanned a bunch of articles I discovered while sorting files, and we went to the post office because we both had packages to send, then took a walk. 

You will not be surprised to hear that around the double episode (season finale, I think) of Wellington Paranormal, we watched the two episodes of For All Mankind leading up to the season three finale. I was spoiled for this part of Ellen's arc from an interview with the actress, but I probably loved it even more for that. Some animals and summer sights around my neighborhood: 

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