For the birds



The title does not seek to refer to John Cage, who, in 1981, published a collection of texts entitled For The Birds. Cage was probably thinking into offer a musical reflection to the must musical animal, the animal that is conventionally associated with music. The title that I choose: For The Birds, does not offer my thoughts to the birds, but points the physicality of death: we are food for worms or carrion for the vultures, for the birds.

The nine Haikus are instants featuring birds that happened during the thirty days that I lived in Casa Wabi. Each Haiku is diagrammed inside a cube drawn in the simplest cavalier perspective, limiting the space-time of the instant, referring to one of the most famous lines in the history of poetry, the opening line of the Auguries Of Innocence by William Blake: to see a world in a grain of sand.



Two orange-breasted bunting every morning;


two buntings and a cardinal. 


A bat under a Mexican grackle over a palapa,

the palapa is in the middle, 

I am below. 


From south to north,

forty-three flutters

and the pelican merges with the sea.  



A triangle of vultures flying in circles above me,

I clap,

still alive. 


A devil fish covered in salt drying on the sand,

a vulture goes down,

takes it to heaven. 


A great kiskadee between two cardinals,

each one on a log,

the three fly first. 


A seagull kills a fish,

a wave kills the seagull,


a vulture eats the fish and the seagull. 


Close up: a pelican plunging into the sea.

Long shot: a frigatebird plunging into the sea.

3490 miles from here: an arctic fox jumps, plunging into the snow. 


A buzzard on a buzzard,

four buzzards,

two buzzards more.