The sound–like sleet upon a roof
draws me outside to see
a great flock of European Starlings
filling the surrounding fall trees.
surrounding me.
Posted in American Indian, Anishinabe, Children's Poetry, Chippewa, Culture, Dreams, Indian Values, Love, Native American, Poem, Poems, Religion, Secret, Spirituality on November 15, 2014| 7 Comments »
The sound–like sleet upon a roof
draws me outside to see
a great flock of European Starlings
filling the surrounding fall trees.
surrounding me.
Posted in American Indian, Anishinabe, Children's Poetry, Chippewa, Culture, Haiku, Indian Values, Native American, Nature, Poem, Poems, Poetry, tagged American Indian, Anishinabe, Chippewa, Haiku, Native American, Nature, Ojibwe, Poems, Poetry, Reflection, Thoughts on August 19, 2014| 4 Comments »
Wings that can’t be seen
iridescent blues and greens
tiny hummingbird
Is it Anishinabe haiku
because an Anishinabe wrote it,
or is it Anishinabe haiku
because of the subject?
Posted in American Indian, Anishinabe, Children's Poetry, Native American, Nature, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged American Indian, Anishinabe, Chippewa, Native American, Nature, Ojibwe, Poem, Poems, Poetry on February 28, 2014| 5 Comments »
Galumping hoary woodchuck
glances/pauses long enough,
for the romping golden puppy to catch up.
The deck resonates.
Posted in American Indian, Anishinabe, Children, Children's Poetry, Culture, Language, Native American, Ojibwemowin, Poem, Poems, Poetry, tagged American Indian, Anishinabe, Culture, Native American, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Reflection, Thoughts on October 1, 2013| 1 Comment »
I was in one of those moods again this morning where words from a different language go through my head just because I like the way they sound.
Gĭ·gă·wă·bă·mĭn´_________________________
(I will) See you (singular)
(I will) See you (singular)
See you
See you
(I will) See you all! (all/plural)
Oops! Correction! I originally Titled this “See you later”, but in order for that to be accurate, one has to add “nă·gŭj” which means: later.
What I See When I Close My Eyes, Part I
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The following is a non-fictional writing exercise on perception:
I ask my wife what she sees when she closes her eyes in a totally lightless room. “Black.” She says.
“Anything else?” I ask.
A boring “No.” is her response.
What I see when I close my eyes is… complicated. It’s different depending on the situation.
Color-wise the elements are muted flourescent greens, the kind you see on a glow-in-the dark watch face after a few hours into the night,
and muted flourescent purples; the color of dust on velvet under a black light.
Speaking of black, I see that too. Rarely is it ever the rich perfect vibrant black seen on an OLED color TV screen but is almostly totally muddied, washed out by the overlay of the previous two colors.
The picture is complex. As I describe this I have to alternate between turning the light on in my room to write, and turning the light off and placing the palms of my hands over my eye sockets to return to my interior vision. When I do, what I see has no boundaries save it be how far I can turn my eyes left and right, up and down. If I had 360 degree vision, I suspect the picture would be spherical. In fact that is it. It’s just that my viewing arc is more restricted. And “I” am in its’ center.
When I say picture, I mean both senses of the word. The “picture” is what I see, but it also has movement. There are elements which are static for an instant when I focus on them, but change, either when I move my eyes to another part of my visual field, or shift into something else when I concentrate on them.
There is no horizon. There is two and three dimensionality. It is sometimes like looking into a microscope and seeing what you have focused on a two dimensional plane and then turning the dial and seeing the focus of a nearer or farther plane.
The elements are multitudinous, minute.
They comprise my whole visual field. I suspect it is part after-images, but I know upon experimentation that they also are physiological manifestations. For instance, if I roll my eyes as low as I can, I see two arcs/ circles flashes of light which I suspect might be photons silhouetting my retinal disks.
And the elements sometimes strobe. I wonder if this is due to microsaccades generated by my superior colliculus. You know, those little jerky eye movements that keep things from disappearing if you stare at them too long.
I’m getting sleepy but there are three other things I mention off of the top of my head. Sometimes the picture is cross-hatched. I don’t know where that comes from. Sometimes I see typeface. That comes from reading too long before bedtime. And sometimes it’s like looking through a sponge of neurons, which makes me wonder, since eyes, optic nerves, optic chiasm, right and left lateral geniculate nucleai, and right and left striate cortices are all connected; whether the visual seat of my consciousness is looking from the outside in, or inside out. Perhaps it’s one of those things that’s dependent upon your choice of view.
Am “I” actually able to peer through the cells in my visual cortex? I kid you not. It’s food for thought.
So, what do YOU see when you close your eyes? I’d like to know!
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