running rampant through your lymph. Whale Music Poem by Kathleen Jones. Inside the whale it grew hotter and hotter, though that proved difficult to imagine. People stayed back from the water nonetheless. piecemeal, part of the good day’s play or work. Right. Hail before it cracked the hundred panes. And wasn’t the weather undeniably weird all the time now? The whole apparatus was reminiscent of something you might use to administer herbicide in the garden; so much so that the sight of it brought on a blast of greenhouse smells (mint-ammonia-smoke, trapped heat). Spectators on the beach that day had their suspicions. tissue, floating in the darkness, to settle there. Poet and essayist David Baker was born in Bangor, Maine. The whale enters the abyssopelagic zone. In honor of National Poetry Month, we present some of our favorite funny poems that are good for a laugh. A net of shadows spread out across the ribby sand. These women may occupy some of the most isolated and deindustrialized regions in the world, but sustaining themselves on whales had made their bodies into sites of concentrated contamination. Another whale, found dead nearby a few seasons hence, cost AUS$188,000 to remove. Issue 20 features new poetry and short prose by Paul David Adkins, Katherine Anderson Howell, Kerry Carnahan, Sarah Cavar, Ifoghale Eguwe, Nathaniel Lee Hansen, Jeremy T. Karn, Avery Kerr, … I also use information and language from Wikipedia. ‘To be consumed by leeches is to be vital, to be animate, though it is also to be reminded you are something else’s prey, and therefore porous and mortal.’, ‘What idiom or instrument captures how the weather is felt by the animals, in their bodies, their nests and niches?’, ‘One in seven British species is now threatened with extinction. plastics bags, nine meters of rope, two long pieces of garden hose. He has received fellowships and awards from the Poetry Society of America, the Pushcart Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the Guggenheim Foundation. People cheered every time the whale wrestled in the breakers. Minke (common; Antarctic). Where do you fly from harm? Pygmy ... Cicada husk hangs on through the hard rain —, When I pull out my old notes, my notebooks full of shaky words—, In the third stage, a whale fallen through the deepest oceanic zones—, bathyal, abyssal—may take a hundred years—more—to decompose—, When I find the old books, I see check marks, dog-ears, underlines—, You know I am serious about the whales:    [, Born in 1925, in Pittsburgh, PA—with a metro population greater—, than the global population of whales, perhaps less than two million—, When you hear [        ]     it’s already [        ], Languages are dying at a rate of one every two weeks—, pine pollen, gnats’ wings — glints in air — dust motes, mold spore—, this.fucked.flux.lux.crux // (broken piece of lamp garbage)—, Each eye the size of a grapefruit. Deep-sea creatures are often starved of food. Offered in candour these theories were conspiratorial; premised on the assumption of unspoken consensus struck on the existence of deeper streams of logic running behind the frail authority of science, biology and the wildlife officers’ superintendence of the whale. Swept slantwise, shallow waves smoothed, over-smoothed, smoothed. Efforts made to free it from a sandbar in the morning had been aided by the tide. The humpbacks that stream along the Australian coast on their annual migrations are less likely to be afflicted with a chemical ballast as cetacean species elsewhere – these animals spend much of their life cycle in the comparatively benign Southern Ocean (though these waters are also now changing). Undernourished whales are so massive and less bouyant than their healthier counterparts, that when they die in the open waters and begin their epochal plummet, nothing has the time to really pick it clean before it's out of reach. At the beginning of Whale Fall & Black Sage, "three strange angels" command the poet: Go down./ Now you must love that too. Save the Children's Christmas Jumper Day 2020 × Click Here 11th December 2020 - Free colouring sheets, activities and more! The only sound is the tickly scrunch of brittle stars, splitting themselves in half and eating one another alive. Chiefly what we talked about, when we talked about whales, was how we’d learned to leave them in the sea, to stop taking them from the wild. } else { acidics, trees (? It was incandescent. ‘Killer whales pick off the weak ones,’ he said. Hold hands. ‘There’s an argument, a conservation argument, not to put a whale that’s been weeded out back in again.’. Wildlife officers, who had been stand-offish with the gathering crowd, relaxed and taught some lessons on whale physiology. Ridges in the sand. One woman broke free from the crowd and strode into the water with the wreath in her fists overhead. WHALE FALL COPPE LAAB POSTCARDS FOR ALIENS RED WATER AARDVARK MEDITATIONS INTIMACY Blog Following (0) An Evolving Dance Film LAAB is an ongoing queer exploration of Bertolt Brecht's prologue to his first play, BAAL. Later I asked, ‘Is it you who makes the decision?’ I knew he could get a legal gun instead, and use it. aj_pv = true; aj_click = ''; ‘The whale as landfill. ‘This is hunting and the poem is a new species of creature, a new specimen of the life outside your own.’ (\Poetry in the Making\ , 1967) ... Crow's Fall Crow's Nerve Fails Earth-Moon Examination at the Womb-Door. I put one hand briefly on the skin of the whale and felt its distant heartbeat, an electrical throbbing like a refrigerator. You don’t know this. to our blood whispering in the woodgrain. In dream you appeared (Three times in nine years) Wild, cold, and accusing. var aj_dim = '514838,514839'; The officer let me hold it for a minute, this ghastly prop, heavier than it looked. The lengthy poem Whale Fall is grounded in scientific fact as well as beautiful images and arresting metaphors that persuade the reader to “love it all.” The poems in the Black Sage section are equally rich in their reworking of myth. The presence of a whale fall … After the sailors lit a fire upon Fastitocalon, it dived underwater, causing the sailors to drown. Spleen. Stomach contents: 43 feet of fishing net, 100 plastic bags, golf balls, sweatpants, greenhouse glass sheeting, cigarette. Sing to the tune of 'I'm a Little Teapot'. You become the oasis When I am lonely every single night. “Save the Whales… global warming). I distrusted the inflection in their voices even as I too brimmed with guesswork, troubled by the whale from afar. Whose was the dream, I wondered? Which one is right? It was a metaphor, and then it wasn’t.’. Once the body comes to rest, biologists refer to this as a whale fall.As you would guess, other fish and sea animals initially eat the meat off the carcass. JS Read more. Years I couldn’t waken. Esther Cohen. Perfect to accompany autumn stories, topics and activity / activities. Sing to the tune of 'I'm a Little Teapot'. Purple Shoes Mum and me had a row yesterday, A big, exploding howdareyouspeaktomelikethatI’mofftostayatGran’s kind of row. After death its putrefaction would generate yet more heat, scorching its bones and burning its organs black: if they didn’t cut it up, it would explode. How my flesh is split by it still! A cordon was set up. lips on deathbeds, some secrets spoil in the grave. Years may pass, decades even, before there is nothing left except a dent that holds the dark darker. Before a grey whale falls, she breaches ocean’s sky, lies limp—still in the waves. Read the following poem. 'Everything's fine.' The data supported a highly improbable hypothesis, even given the levels of contaminants in the area: that the whales had been chewing batteries or drinking flame retardant to supplement their marine dinners. Aggregate allergen: grasses, wheat, milk. Our feelings about the dying whale, what it signified and how to save it, might have been misplaced. Levels build up over many seasons, making some animals far more polluted than their surrounding environment. of storm clouds out the window beyond the trees. Towards the end, low tide and a small group persisting, I shuffled in close to hear its irregular gasps. ‘Under its skin the whale is wrapped in a subcutaneous envelope of fat called blubber.’ Trying to imagine the properties of blubber I could only conjure those agar desserts sold in Asian supermarkets: opaque, calorie-rich and more rigid than their wobble suggests. Take, the strength of an elephant’s tusk, the jagged tip of a rat’s bite and a slice of slate for her teeth. In time I’d look it up. Cottonwood seed—polymers, i.e. algal blooms). … ‘We don’t know why. Seagulls flew down to peck avian hieroglyphs in the whale’s back. We humans, I think, devise death as a gradual loss of fire; the gleam retracted from every corner, pulled to a wick within, guttering out. You become the oasis When I am lonely every single night. Stored toxins then cease to be dormant and are released back into the bloodstream. That’s what the specialist said. The extracts similarly begin gently with descriptions of our fascination with these amazing animals, … Methane is released in minuscule bubbles. That was a phrase we trusted. Oh, the alien whale. Though we were now shivering, the whale – only metres away – was boiling alive in the kettle of itself. “Blue whales are typically thought to be more offshore, animals, and crabbing gear is thought to be more inshore, but, obviously the spatial overlap between those two is coming into, conflict,” explained Leigh Torres. Victoria Kennefick Victoria Kennefick won the Munster Literature Centre Fool for Poetry Chapbook Competition and the Saboteur Award for Best Poetry Pamphlet for White Whale (Southword Editions, 2015). The wildlife officer and I stared to the horizon. ‘Even if the children don’t understand, they know. The whale’s eye – midnight, mid-ocean – had no eyelashes and, according to another wildlife officer, no tear ducts (for what would be the point of crying in the sea?). I floated there in stillness, in white sheets. Suffering was inevitable and visible. The mantle of the whale’s pulpier parts settles over it. Weeks, months. There were dogs on the beach held back by their owners, sweeping flat quarter-circles in the sand with their tails. Look away from the blast. The whale’s descent was different. All of us swayed slightly on the spot. Almost certainly, it was said by one man, the Nyungar elders predicted the humpback – that’s why they weren’t there. Neck ... good night, night bird—far off—through the high pines—. Bycatch. About this poem. plastic “foam”: gas bubbles—, I can’t believe I’m getting it again, “you have always”—“such—, darkness”—measured by a billion bioluminescent wanderers—, Wherever you sit is the center of the universe—wherever—you—, Hear the warning it’s too late. Aggregates increase “like snow.” Aggregation theory represents, a two-state system [“time for chemistry, kids”] ... to characterize. }; Hard to tell. ‘This whale is malnourished,’ he offered. This poem was published in The Poetry Review, Winter issue, 2019. Our minds cast to the cetacean huffing beyond the swale, then swooped into softer visions. “70% of marine debris sinks to the bottom of the ocean.”, a sea captain, surveying plastic washed up on a remote, polluted, stretch of sand on Hawaii’s Big Island. The carcass represents a localized and complex ecosystem which has supported deep-sea creatures for centuries. The image of ‘whale fall’ – when a whale dies and sinks to the bottom, creating a ‘feeding frenzy’ as its nutrients and body dissipate amongst the bottom-feeders of the abyss – is at the centre of the story. (How expensive? Sperm. Whale Fall by David Baker. We resolved that the whale had been washed too high on the beach for any shark to reach it. Bryde’s. The narrative in question is the whale’s comeback in the 1980s, when activists rallied to save the animals from commercial whaling, and, by extension, extinction. The image of ‘whale fall’ – when a whale dies and sinks to the bottom, creating a ‘feeding frenzy’ as its nutrients and body dissipate amongst the bottom-feeders of the abyss – is at the centre of the story. I asked the wildlife officer what would happen afterwards and he told me that they’d arranged for two mechanical bobcats to come and collect the carcass. Sirens. Entanglement. No blood on the tideline. Out of the ocean, the blubber smothers it. How they imagined the whale – predator, prey or distant relation – was anyone’s guess, but the dogs seemed keen to get a closer look. “The fact that we see this, entanglement isn’t terribly surprising, though it is unique.”. But what we see is infinitely less than what we don’t see. He spent his childhood in Missouri and earned both a BSE and MA from Central Missouri State University before earning a PhD from the University of Utah. I am 14 years old and, I am very passionate about all animals, especially whales. The poem in blank verse begins with a meditation on whales and their environment, unfolding the brutal exploitation of both by humans, which is gut-wrenchingly tragic. A rubber tube ran to a pump container. The writers in our Fall 2020 issue have captured so much of the grief and chaos of the present moment in deeply personal ways and with so much beauty. Reviewed in the United … The universe of whale fall and its infinite layers of meaning, its darkness and its memory of sound, its vast continuum from light to song to trying out, from divers to scavengers to worms to, in the end, the lipid music rising from bones – this has fascinated me ever since I first read about it. For the three days that it died the whale was a public attraction. Do the math. People were still eating from lunch boxes, taking phone calls and posing for photographs in front of the whale. and the song of a whale adrift for her voice. The surfers took a knee in prayer or shame, their wetsuits half peeled to expose tattoos of constellations and regional creeds. “Over eight million tons of new plastic, trash finding its way into the oceans every year.”. Hummingbird’s back again—green bulb blinking, Good night, little one—asleep with her toys—, And when I blink and bring them back, in their, distinctions, the silver limbs like water—, “chronic running into walls”     “chronic fog”—, passing through your arm, “like you’re transparent”—, CFS   ::   CF/IDS   ::   ME  ::  “no kidding?”—. ‘Whales are mammals,’ they began, ‘as we are too.’ This surprised those who were accustomed to thinking of all marine animals as species of fish. Some people just need. No light has ever shone here, for so long as the world has had water. A book not to be missed. Its soft chest turned slack, concertinaed, when it rolled. However, what came as a surprise to ocean researchers was the finding that dead whales support entire ecosystems. The whale body reaches a point where the buoyancy of its meat and organs is only tethered down by the force of its falling bones. Swirled through blubber, scientists believed these stored chemicals remained ‘metabolically inert’, which is to say they didn’t harm otherwise healthy whales because they weren’t metabolized and recirculated through the animal’s organs. I actually wrote this poem in English class, but my teacher never marked it, so I don't know how good it is. 4 S57800A SECTION A: Unseen Poetry Answer the question in this section. The sea mouthed our shoes. ‘First prize went to the dog school principal, who of course had submitted a cartoon dog.’ Three stories by Hiromi Kawakami, translated by Ted Goossen. For the three days that it died the whale was a public attraction. A blocky guy wearing wrap-around sunglasses, his jaw was set tight. White boughs breaking. The whale’s billiard-ball eyes tumbled in its head and its breathing sounded laboured. The Whale Rider, Witi Ihimaera 8 The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan 8 Things Fall Apart, Chinua Achebe 9. Many more, from the grey wolf to the blue stag beetle, are already long gone.’, ‘Younger generations accept as normal a world that seems tainted and degraded to older people.’, ‘I had somehow compartmentalised my mind: nature and my farm landscape stood either side of a deep chasm.’, ‘The wall began to look impressive, but its lethargy, the lack of activity anywhere along it, was exasperating.’. A few years ago I helped push a beached humpback whale back out into the sea, only to witness it return and expire under its own weight on the sand. ‘Beach and bundle,’ he called it, the policy. The poems for use with Section B are included with this paper. Venus and Jupiter. When I searched later for reasons why humpbacks founder, I learned that in the coastal currents some whales become entangled in abandoned fishing kit or ingest trash – bags, wrappers and mesh. At first the mood was festive. You’d think we’d learned enough to duck our heads. And I shall be clever That the body of yours can never stay here. Walking off some agitation I’d accrued watching the birds, I found one of the wildlife officers crouched a way down the beach. No one clicked a cartridge into a rifle or brandished the merciful stick of explosive. the formation of marine aggregates and the loss due to sinking: Thus, aggregation of marine particles is more prevalent when. Your are the whale fall In the ocean of my life. Nature, as they say, would run its course. Their loyalty was to the unverifiable hunch, to intuited patterns of allegory, augury or plot. Gray. (i.e. Bitter mention was made by many of ‘The Japanese’; of the trauma and exhaustion of whales chased by harpoons. like a toilet. When a whale begins to starve, as when it is stranded, its body reverts to ketosis – breaking down blubber for energy in the absence of food. I woke shamed and angry: The pointless wars of the heart. It struck me that the green dream, lethal and serene, might have been ours after all. Her essays and stories have appeared in The Best Australian Science Writing, The Best Australian Stories, Aeon, Meanjin and the Monthly. Poetry. It felt cold to us. But you wouldn’t want to get the dosage wrong. Whale fall. Now they’re a wash of green, a mere wave. The whale as landfill. It is very cold. The air slows, And the feeder bobs there like a red buoy, “Active.” “Acute.” “You really are sick.”. Whale Fall. I read that Greenland’s Inuit women, who seasonally consume whale meat, whale skin and fat as part of a traditional diet, had been warned off beluga during pregnancy and advised to stop breastfeeding their babies altogether. Ship and propeller strikes. The pines. When whales die in the ocean, their bodies eventually sink to the bottom. "Whale fall" refers to the ecosystem formed by whale carcasses that have fallen into the deep sea after their death, which are known as an "oasis" of life in the deep sea. ‘That whale has the opposite problem to hypothermia,’ the wildlife officers explained. I saw his eyes were tired. You can’t sleep. That year forty-six whales ran aground along the Western Australian coastline. The swallowing sea. The sharks slid into vapour, a squinting rumour. Poet and essayist David Baker was born in Bangor, Maine. What does it take to raise sufficient alarm? Little serpent sipping there beyond the deck. I pictured the whale’s many netted veins and arteries which, if you could unpick them, would extend a hundred metres down the beach like the delicate red thread from a smashed thermometer. That was the world in which Narumi and her classmates lived.’Mieko Kawakami, translated by Louise Heal Kawai & Hitomi Yoshio. Hi, my name is Chelsie. 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