whitemaned seahorses, champing, brightwindbridled

i, Stephen Dead A. Lass, did, alas, die, in dallas,

divining sand, on the northern rim, saw

the Antigonal Cranes

“whose love dances last for hours . . . talk to one another; spread their wings and walk around each other . . . jump up with their feet, like wild dancers . . . when one dies–the Indians say–the other lets himself die, too.  It’s a discontinuity of life, maybe due to a kind of symbiotic relationship between two beings who help one another.”

&  terrified, saw the hermaphrodite orchid invert its lips, infolding, like Aphrodite, with golden devouring buds.  It was

“one of the most beautiful love stories I know . . . about the orchid and the bee, the huge wasp of New Guinea.  The orchid smells like female genitalia (of the wasp).  So the male goes straight at it and makes love to the plant.  He rubs his stinger against it.  Afterwards, the female smells his odor and comes and rubs herself in it, in her turn.  That’s how she is impregnated, through the plant.  Strange . . . Why doesn’t this couple ever meet, except through the plant? What physiological, biological laws of the world of smells and feelings give rise to this trio?”

–Frederic Rossif, Director/Naturalist

1 Response to “whitemaned seahorses, champing, brightwindbridled”

  1. 1 butttub
    January 1, 2009 at 5:58 pm

    Dr. Rossif,

    What do you make of the annual dying of the translucent ghost crabs on our eastern shore? It’s happening again. So many corpses, so many carapaces.

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