![]() ![]() Comments (0) There are no comments currently available. This may sound extreme but, if anyone is shocked (or blind-sided) by what the human race has been doing to the biosphere, it isn’t the poet. Crow of Judgement Uploaded by A soup can Crow of Judgement Uploaded by + Add a Comment. And if we don’t listen to our poets, for example, by judging what they say with a literal yardstick, that is a little like pecking out each other’s eyes. But if we don’t “see”, even though we have eyes, we might as well be blind. One more thing: One of the greatest poets of all time was Homer and he was technically blind. If crows lived this way, they would not last long or live as long as they do. Some of us live high up and hoard food and water and shiny things, while others of us scrape and forage below in the shadows of towers, while no one stands look-out to warn of danger. We humans don’t seem to work well together and we don’t take care of each other. Paul Gargano recommends four movies with music worth revisiting on vinyl. The bottom line is, crows do not trust us and they do not respect us, and there may be any number of reasons for that if we try to see ourselves through their eyes. Heavy Hitters: Demon Knight, The Crow, Judgment Night & The Dirt soundtracks. That is the premise of this poem.ĭo crows live longer than us as Shukrulla asserts? Technically the answer is no, but I think he is trying to get us to see something that transcends the literal. ![]() I don’t think they like us and I don’t think they respect us. Have picked your bones on your battlefields!Īssumption: If crows could speak English they would probably jump at the chance to give us a piece of their mind. Or you lounge beside blue, stinking waterīlaring annoying sounds that seem to make you happy.Īre not watching out for the ones foraging below. You be the lookout for a change, I’ll work the field!”īut we watch some of you combing the dumps We fight each other and sometimes we are rough I would never peck out the eyes of another. Perhaps that is why they live longer than men. Don't waste it.A crow will never peck out the eyes of another crow. You are not necessary here, but she has invited you anyway. She receives it, responds, and within hours your are looking into her eyes again. You send the message out - a simple statement. You are the source and the agent of its transmission. Inside, the tone has changed again. Your love is your own. You think you should take better care of your love. You cook food for yourself, washing the pans slowly and mindfully after eating. The quiet isn't death-like now, could it be peaceful? You sit in the chair looking out at the trees, without suffering, thinking you just have to get leaner, quiet this thing, stay grounded, avoid poison. You watch one of the later perched on a branch for a long time. A mating pair of cardinals, a pair of hummingbirds. ![]() Fix it.Īfter a few days of that kind of thinking, you are able to hear the birds and take care to feed them. It's nearly uninhabitable now, but start shoveling out the muck because there is nowhere else to go. This crow will judge all of your crime regardless of your statues, a normie, fellow birds, a dank oc maker, a random anon, and even if it's the god itself will face the ultimate judgment under its absolute law, crow of judgement itself is the embodiment of disapproval if it appear then there's likely something or someone whos going to be judge on the spot. Use this scorched Earth vision to get back to your self. Press on a little further than ever before. Recite the litany of doom yet again but write a new verse this time. Visit with madness nightly. See the end clearly. Don't sleep much for a week and replay those variations in a continuous loop. Imagine the worst and then consider every possible variation. ![]()
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