These folks are refering to such a view as a 'beaver moon'? Barbaric!
Yes. BARITONE moon. Yes. This is 25% Romeo and Juliet, 25% Frank Langella and Kate Nelligan in Dracula, 25% Jeremy Irons and Juliette Binoche in Damage, 20% smouldering, distanced smart challenge of Malkevich and Close in Dangerous Liaisons, and 5% the Walken/Taylor 'philosophy of hard edge' scene in Abel Ferrara's The Addict.
Tight intermingling of nocturnal nature,high culture and sexual impulse. Compression works!
Wonderful poem on this full moon; this Beaver moon as it is known in November. I think that Jojo should have qualified why she was calling it a beaver moon. Maybe that is where Tom is a bit perplexed. I heard the information today on the radio and it was first described like this by the American Indians of the northern and eastern U.S. It was a way for them to keep track of the seasons and the full moons. It was a time to set beaver traps before the swamps froze in order to ensure a supply of warm winter furs. I'm not sure how or why she means that it "takes some of the beautiful mystic out of the view". To me, it just explains the reason why it was called this. Whatever the case, a Fall full moon is always so beautiful and mysterious looking and I think you really hit the nail on the head with your poetic description of it in your sky. Funny, we just watched a movie called "Dear John" and one of the things that they focused on in the movie was the fact that when you held your thumb up to the moon, no matter where you were, it was always the size of your thumb. So, essentially, we are all looking at the same moon, the same size, no matter where in the world we are. What a wonderful, unifying thought that is. We are all connected to that same view, perhaps at different times of the day, but still connected.
willow--there is some magic going on up there in willow manor--stag deer walking up to your window... a full moon waxing or is it waning? Very intoxicating and always interesting --kudos c
To begin with your photo is stunning. With the black background on your site, the image seems to emanate from out of the darkness, seems to almost be alive, and have three dimensions.
Great that trulyfool found the cinematic references in this polished operatic gem, for the loges were always the more comfortable seats, the more expensive seats in the old movie palace theaters I grew up with in Seattle, and to move musically, into letting the satellite move largo as you must have heard a chorus of some kind, the wind, the rustle of leaf and sprig and stem, the faint percussion of the Scioto and the solo of some dog howling far off--and then the gender acknowledgment, and the pan into the sensual mouth that will /endeavor to please/; yes, and even more than that as we imagine your twilight walks on the manor grounds, your first embrace of the evening to come, watching you slip like a specter yourself, a thick shadow among the others, there is something beyond sensual, something very romantic, with that beaver moon , that operatic lunar companion orbiting you as the lovely center of your moment, in your space-- and it is good, as others have touched on, for all of us to watch the skies when the clouds allow it, and stare at that same moon; but remember my pal in Australia, couple of them actually has a slightly different view of it.
I can hear the rich tones in this lovely piece Willow, and Glenn, I hate to tell you this, but over Australia he had a sex change and she rises again for you as a coloratura soprano. Enjoy!
Glenn, I knew you would appreciate Trulyfool's film couples! On my dark walks, I'm sure I could be mistaken for a manor ghost out for an evening stroll. I only frighten away the resident owl.
i've always seen the moon as a bit of an exhibitionist... the sun almost forbids us to gaze upon it, but the moon...ahhhh, the moon tempts and taunts with each daily revealing and then punctuates her display by gliding away behind the dressing veil, again... only to start over again.
you have captured some wonder here. concise. powerful. sensual.
This is wonderfully perfect... i love the way those words amalgamate with the moon so stunningly glowing above... came here via Kim Williams... thank you for a wonderful read...!!!:)
Willow,
ReplyDeleteI'm right there!
Beautiful.
rel
Somehow calling it the beaver moon takes some of the beautiful mystic out of the view. Simply beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLovely, lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteWho the hell called it 'the beaver moon', and what 'mystic' has been taken out of the 'view', Jojo? Why is it beautiful? What are you on?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words and photo!
ReplyDeleteStunning photo but the poem is simply breathtaking. Thank you. Made my day, really!
ReplyDeleteNoelle
I like the operatic quality to nature's enchantments.
ReplyDeleteabsolutely gorgeous and a bit sexy, too...how could you not swoon at the sight of such a beautiful moon?
ReplyDeleteSeriously, Willow, I'm waiting for your book. Exquisite.
ReplyDeletelovely...I took photos of the moon tonight, too...they look exactly the same! So pretty! Yes, it's 'full' isn't it? Be careful! ha.
ReplyDeleteTess,
ReplyDeleteThese folks are refering to such a view as a 'beaver moon'? Barbaric!
Yes. BARITONE moon. Yes. This is 25% Romeo and Juliet, 25% Frank Langella and Kate Nelligan in Dracula, 25% Jeremy Irons and Juliette Binoche in Damage, 20% smouldering, distanced smart challenge of Malkevich and Close in Dangerous Liaisons, and 5% the Walken/Taylor 'philosophy of hard edge' scene in Abel Ferrara's The Addict.
Tight intermingling of nocturnal nature,high culture and sexual impulse. Compression works!
Trulyfool
(I guess I liked it?)
Wonderful poem on this full moon; this Beaver moon as it is known in November. I think that Jojo should have qualified why she was calling it a beaver moon. Maybe that is where Tom is a bit perplexed. I heard the information today on the radio and it was first described like this by the American Indians of the northern and eastern U.S. It was a way for them to keep track of the seasons and the full moons. It was a time to set beaver traps before the swamps froze in order to ensure a supply of warm winter furs. I'm not sure how or why she means that it "takes some of the beautiful mystic out of the view". To me, it just explains the reason why it was called this. Whatever the case, a Fall full moon is always so beautiful and mysterious looking and I think you really hit the nail on the head with your poetic description of it in your sky. Funny, we just watched a movie called "Dear John" and one of the things that they focused on in the movie was the fact that when you held your thumb up to the moon, no matter where you were, it was always the size of your thumb. So, essentially, we are all looking at the same moon, the same size, no matter where in the world we are. What a wonderful, unifying thought that is. We are all connected to that same view, perhaps at different times of the day, but still connected.
ReplyDeleteInteresting discussion going on here. Thanks, Teri, for the explanation of the November "Beaver Moon". My view leaned more in the operatic direction!
ReplyDeleteTrulyfool, I love your steamy couples percentage breakdowns. I'm glad you liked it.
ReplyDeletewillow--there is some magic going on up there in willow manor--stag deer walking up to your window... a full moon waxing or is it waning? Very intoxicating and always interesting --kudos c
ReplyDeleteLove the image, and of course the words. These are the best nights to be out conversing with the moon.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Willow, and absolutely erotic! Or maybe I have a naughty mind?
ReplyDeleteRick
Anthony, I love to take an evening walk, just after twilight. It's been especially wonderful this week, watching the moon rise above the trees.
ReplyDeletegorgeous and erotic --
ReplyDeleteA beautiful, sensual poem.
ReplyDeleteYou have saved the experience in a small casket of beautifully chosen words.
ReplyDeleteSplendid imagery, Willow.
ReplyDeletePerfectly matched and perfectly balanced words and images.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes!
ReplyDeleteIt's fun to think the moon I saw last night, was the same moon you saw and wrote about. Reminds me that the world is small, after all. Thanks.
ReplyDeletethe moon has been lovely these last few days. original, to think of the moon as a baritone with a mouth whole and deep. evocative poem
ReplyDeleteBeautiful moon, whatever it is called. Lovely poem, too!
ReplyDeleteSo imaginative..a whole new world in this lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteLove this trenchant and moving poem, proving once again that less can be more. Great imagery in both the photo and the words of the poem.
ReplyDeleteWillow,
ReplyDeleteA full moon reflects fulfilment and captured so nicely within the poem. Beautiful!
That is a little gem! i love the feel of it in my mouth, especilly the vowels... the various 'O' sounds. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteHaunting image and wonderful "aria" to accompany it.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed, realy enjoyed this one.
ReplyDeleteTo begin with your photo is
ReplyDeletestunning. With the black background
on your site, the image seems to
emanate from out of the darkness,
seems to almost be alive, and
have three dimensions.
Great that trulyfool found the
cinematic references in this
polished operatic gem, for
the loges were always the
more comfortable seats, the
more expensive seats in the
old movie palace theaters
I grew up with in Seattle,
and to move musically, into
letting the satellite move
largo as you must have heard
a chorus of some kind, the
wind, the rustle of leaf and
sprig and stem, the faint
percussion of the Scioto
and the solo of some dog
howling far off--and then
the gender acknowledgment,
and the pan into the sensual
mouth that will /endeavor
to please/; yes, and even more
than that as we imagine your
twilight walks on the manor
grounds, your first embrace
of the evening to come,
watching you slip like a specter
yourself, a thick shadow among
the others, there is something
beyond sensual, something very
romantic, with that beaver moon
, that operatic lunar companion
orbiting you as the lovely center
of your moment, in your space--
and it is good, as others have
touched on, for all of us to
watch the skies when the
clouds allow it, and stare at
that same moon; but remember
my pal in Australia, couple of
them actually has a slightly
different view of it.
Do I hear the Queen of the Night?
ReplyDeleteThe image is also extraordinary beautiful.
Poem and image, a Gesamtkunstwerk.
I can hear the rich tones in this lovely piece Willow, and Glenn, I hate to tell you this, but over Australia he had a sex change and she rises again for you as a coloratura soprano. Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteWhat?! Stafford, my dear Man in the Moon baritone? Oh, tell me it isn't so!
ReplyDeleteThis is a delight. 'Baritone moon' - I love the transposition of sound to vision. A small treasure, this.
ReplyDeleteMy, that's quite the luscious little number! A lovely poem, and I much prefer "baritone".
ReplyDeleteGlenn, I knew you would appreciate Trulyfool's film couples! On my dark walks, I'm sure I could be mistaken for a manor ghost out for an evening stroll. I only frighten away the resident owl.
ReplyDeleteDick, if you like it, I'm happy.
ReplyDeleteMargaret! So good to see you! How's that beautiful little baby?
ReplyDeletei've always seen the moon as a bit of an exhibitionist... the sun almost forbids us to gaze upon it, but the moon...ahhhh, the moon tempts and taunts with each daily revealing and then punctuates her display by gliding away behind the dressing veil, again... only to start over again.
ReplyDeleteyou have captured some wonder here. concise. powerful. sensual.
thank you.
...willow...love the photo and the words....beautiful.
ReplyDeleteso HAPPY to see you today and so HAPPY you made (and liked) the cookies...they really do melt in your mouth...
sending Thanksgiving love to you, my friend
kary
xxx
Trulyfool must have liked it...he got a great deal out of it~wow~more than most. Love that moon~hope you know I'm just sharing it with you...
ReplyDeleteWow. I always say that but honestly I am always wowed by your talents. This one is delicious. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteTruly sensual. I think you have coined a new phrase with "baritone moon." Photo is gorgeous, too.
ReplyDeleteHi!
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderfully perfect... i love the way those words amalgamate with the moon so stunningly glowing above... came here via Kim Williams... thank you for a wonderful read...!!!:)
Good day!!!:)
>kelvin
Blessed Thanksgiving to everyone at Willow Manor....bkm
ReplyDeleteah,willow I read this before,
ReplyDeleteand thought of it last night.
the clouds were inked blue... blue
and it is all too much and yet right there again and again.
My kinda moon by far......!
ReplyDeleteMoon made man. (And I laugh at my own crudeness - hardly a beaver moon at all.)
ReplyDeleteA gorgeous and generous voice speaks herein, my dear willow.
ReplyDeleteBewitching
ReplyDeleteIs this one yours too? amazing. So simple and yet invigorating.
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