Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Category 7 Storms within a Decade?




Category 7 is off the Saffir-Simpson scale, though after Hurricane Dorian, it is clear that Saffir-Simpson is inadequate. The current most powerful grading for a hurricane is Category 5.

Science warned us a few decades ago about the future effects of greenhouse gas emissions, yet those predictions now seem grossly inadequate, the results of a tentative and cautious approach, a consequence of the time it takes to do good science.

Science did alert us to the historical and causal connections between greenhouse gas emissions and global warming. Yet if we do history so well, why can't we predict the future? In the end, intuition, and hard science cede to the ultimate source of results, nature herself.

In 2011 I wrote how storms and wildfires would worsen as our species continues to dump greenhouse gasses (CO2 and methane primarily) into the atmosphere.

NASA chart displaying ppm C02 from 800,000 years ago to the Present

The above chart by NASA illustrates measurements from Antarctic ice cores, of atmospheric C02 levels from 800,000 years ago to the present day. Compiling this data alone represents an amazing feat of science.

Earth passed through many cycles of relatively high and low carbon dioxide gas levels, but the data clearly illustrates that the highest levels during that nearly million year period are occurring now, during our present age. We are literally dumping CO2 into the heavens. This translates into a hotter earth, and much stronger storms.

Climatic heat change is not even, nor is it absorbed equally by land, sea or air, or by any portions thereof. Uneven warming exacerbates the strength of storms of all types.

Today's entry was written as the very powerful Hurricane Dorian disengaged after days of devastating terror parked over the Bahamas, destroying nearly everything it touched, with winds of over 185 miles per hour, gusts over 200, and storm surges of 22 feet.

In theory Dorian should have been categorized as a Category 6 storm, except Saffir-Simpson does not admit to any storm more powerful than Category 5. Saffir-Simpson furthermore doesn't consider the breadth or width of storms, the radius of maximum winds, nor a hurricane center's actual motion across the planet, termed 'translation speed', nor the storm surges or amount of rains they bring. Neither does Saffir-Simpson attempt to combine effects into an overall rating of destructive potential.

Much therefor has been written about the inadequacies of Saffir-Simpson by the press, in the Washington PostForbes, Popular Science,  as well as in many blogs Cliff Mass climate blog, the websites of national weather agencies, and independent scientific research organizations.

Shortly after Hurricane Dorian struck the Caribbean, a seemingly mild Tropical Storm Imelda hit the Houston Texas area with wind speeds that were essentially tame, while damages from the nearly 40 inches of rainfall were devastating.

Saffir-Simpson divides one factor, wind strength, into five levels, and uses this aspect alone to predict levels of physical damage. Roughly linear, it was adapted to offer predictions about the effects of high wind on human habitations, trees, large buildings and infrastructure such as electric power, water supplies, and roadways. It was devised during a time when hurricanes were rare, and high strength hurricanes even more so. During the 20th Century, fewer homes existed along the coasts, and with less robust home construction, residents had more to fear from damages caused by wind, than water.

With the coasts crowded now by better built homes (in the US anyways), many residents have come to believe that water is the primary cause of damages offered by tropical storms and hurricanes. I hope shortly to allay that bias.

Read this from the published version of Saffir-Simpson Scale by the National Weather Service:

Category One

     Winds 74-95 mph Very dangerous winds will produce some damage: Well-constructed frame homes could have damage to roof, shingles, vinyl siding and gutters. Large branches of trees will snap and shallowly rooted trees may be toppled. Extensive damage to power lines and poles likely will result in power outages that could last a few to several days. Irene of 1999, Katrina of 2005, and several others were Category One hurricanes at landfall in South Florida.

Category Two

     Winds 96-110 mph (83-95 kt or 154-177 km/hr). Extremely dangerous winds will cause extensive damage: Well-constructed frame homes could sustain major roof and siding damage. Many shallowly rooted trees will be snapped or uprooted and block numerous roads. Near-total power loss is expected with outages that could last from several days to weeks. Frances of 2004 was a Category Two when it hit just north of Palm Beach County, along with at least 10 other hurricanes which have struck South Florida since 1894.

Category Three

    Winds 111-129 mph. Devastating damage will occur: Well-built framed homes may incur major damage or removal of roof decking and gable ends. Many trees will be snapped or uprooted, blocking numerous roads. Electricity and water will be unavailable for several days to weeks after the storm passes. Unnamed hurricanes of 1909, 1910, 1929, 1933, 1945, and 1949 were all Category 3 storms when they struck South Florida, as were King of 1950, Betsy of 1965, Jeanne of 2004, and Irma of 2017.

Category Four

     Winds 130-156 mph. Catastrophic damage will occur: Well-built framed homes can sustain severe damage with loss of most of the roof structure and/or some exterior walls. Most trees will be snapped or uprooted and power poles downed. Fallen trees and power poles will isolate residential areas. Power outages will last weeks to possibly months. Most of the area will be uninhabitable for weeks or months. The 1888, 1900, 1919, 1926 Great Miami, 1928 Lake Okeechobee/Palm Beach, 1947, Donna of 1960 made landfall in South Florida as Category Four hurricanes.

Category Five

     Winds 157 mph or higher. Catastrophic damage will occur: A high percentage of framed homes will be destroyed, with total roof failure and wall collapse. Fallen trees and power poles will isolate residential areas. Power outages will last for weeks to possibly months. Most of the area will be uninhabitable for weeks or months. The Keys Hurricane of 1935 and Andrew of 1992 made landfall in South Florida as Category Five hurricanes.


As wind speeds increase, fueled by a hotter earth, they ultimately become more lethal than flooding, particularly if a high strength storm strikes a major city. The Saffir-Simpson scale needs to be expanded. Nature is moving the goal posts, by edging up the destructive powers of wind.

Wind strength does correlate to a drop in barometric pressure at a hurricane's eye, and to storm surges but these are only part of the overall damage equation. Expanding an enhanced SS scale to Cat 6, 7, 8, or 9 will require the work of meteorologists, physicists, and structural engineers, analyzing the effects of sustained winds at velocities higher than 170 mph. To accomplish that task fairly, the effects of greater storm surges and rainfall must be combined and analyzed as well.

What really is required is a full-spectrum, artificially intelligent hurricane damage estimation model. Fortunately much good work has been done in this area, and in this short entry it's my pleasure to cite a paper by Stephanie F. Pilkington and Hussam N. Mahmoudentitled  "Real-time Application of the Multihazard Hurricane Impact Level Model for the Atlantic Basin".

This paper is but part of a movement towards overall damage prediction models that will hopefully be implemented going forward, with wind speed only one input into the overall damage assessment. This visual from their paper gives an idea of the complexity and variety of inputs. We have the data, we simply need to integrate it on a wider scale to enable accurate cyclone forecasting, and modeling of the impact of future events.




Computer models are entirely capable of estimating the effects of not only wind speed, but storm surge and rainfall, and also to correlate these factors with land elevation data, drainage basin contours, municipal water and power infrastructure along with the density of residential and commercial construction to predict damages customized for each population center at risk from a particular storm path.

For instance high wind speeds in glass and steel cities may become more of a hazard than storm surge, whereas surge and rainfall induced flooding might prove more deadly to areas populated by single and two floor residential homes.

Slow Translation Speeds of Recent Storms

One frightening aspect of the new types of storms are the slow translation speeds. Instead of having to endure 150 mph winds for just a few hours, as in the past, Dorian delivered steady 170 mph winds over the same area of the Bahamas for several days because the storm itself barely moved 1 mile per hour!

Realizing that the physics of atmospheric energy absorption and dissipation are not fully understood, I decided to extrapolate Saffir-Simpson to maximum sustained winds of 255 mph. This required an expansion of the wind-strength scale with four more levels, up to Category 9.

Please understand that the linear nature of Saffir-Simpson does not imply that hurricane energies are therefor increasing in linear fashion. On the contrary, hurricane wind energy increases proportional to the cube of wind speed:

Wind Power Density = ½ (air density) × (wind speed)³

In bluntest possible terms this means that the destructive increase of a wind from 100 to 110 mph is far greater than from 90 mph to 100 mph. The linear nature of Saffir-Simpson seems designed to supply a peaceful description of the threat of various sized storms, during an era when obtaining reliable wind speed measurements was difficult. The extrapolation below is not meant to terrify, but it is terrifying, because we now realize that such wind speeds are possible, and can only wonder what that would mean if they struck a densely populated region with high rise buildings.


Sustained Wind Speeds (mph)

                Saffir Simpson Category (expanded) 

The possibilities below are not inconceivable, considering the galloping rate at which our planet is warming:

Category 6

Winds 176 to 196 mph. A high percentage of masonry homes will suffer major damage. Most frame houses will be devastated. Large commercial buildings will lose large areas of glass, with major damage to roofs. Total damages will approach 50%.

Category 7

Winds 197 to 214 mph. Most thin wall masonry homes will suffer extreme damage. Large steel buildings will lose most of their glass coverings, and internal contents of many will be stripped out exposing the steel frameworks. All aerial power lines and elevated water tanks will be destroyed. Total damages may approach 80%

Category 8

Winds of 215 to 239 mph. Frame buildings even of hurricane-type construction will be eradicated. Most brick masonry buildings will collapse, shorter cement block buildings severely damaged. Tall steel frame buildings will lose all or most of their glass and interior contents and interior walls. Some will suffer permanent structural damage. A few will topple over completely. Very few structures will retain any fenestration at all. Total damages will approach 90%.

Category 9

Winds of 240 to 255. Few residential dwellings will avoid total eradication. Many if not most skyscrapers will topple completely, causing catastrophic damage to buildings nearby. If such a storm hit a major city directly, total damages and destruction could approach 95%.


City-Killer Storms

The physics of cyclone development are not halted by a numeric barrier. 255 mph winds are entirely possible, and not to include the possibility of 'city killer storms' seems almost foolish.

Passengers aboard Planet Earth must unite and cooperate to defeat global warming. Unless we do, the outdated Saffir-Simpson scale will enter the annals of climate denial. Category 6 is needed now, and Category 7 will likely have to be created to rate storms hitting the East Coast within a few years. Category 8 or 9 storms will eventually finish the surface destruction of a planet that may have warmed in a very short time by 5 degrees Celsius.

We're not just talking about catastrophic warming, but catastrophic warming at a phenomenally fast rate. The quicker we allow warming to occur, the more vicious the storms that will be thrust at us.

A diminished Gulf Stream means more Powerful Storms.

Climate change has wrought disturbances to oceanic currents, and in particular has slowed the flow of the Gulf Stream. The warming of the Arctic Seas have damaged the heat-exchange engine of cold arctic waters which habitually flowed deep in the Atlantic, replacing layers of warmer waters of the Gulf Stream that flowed north.

Cyclones are an Oceanic Cooling Mechanism

As arctic permafrost melts, and arctic soils warm due to the loss of reflective snow (albedo affect) warmer glacial meltwaters are flowing into the Arctic seas, transferring landmass heat to the ocean bottom. The temperature differential between arctic and tropical oceans is decreasing. The more this differential decreases occurs the slower hot oceanic waters cool themselves with cold drinks from waters of the north. In other words, the mid-deep oceans can't shed heat. The heat within them builds up.

This creates hotter more stagnant waters off the coasts of North America, Asia, and Europe, and a weakened Gulf Stream that no longer can divert giant storms away from the coasts.

Hurricane Season will extend into late Autumn, even Winter

As the oceanic 'bathtub' warms, the waters remain heated longer, with less ocean currents to mix and cool. Then as the North Atlantic moves into autumn, air temperatures cool rapidly compared with the sea. Hotter waters lying dormant in the Atlantic ocean beneath those layers of cooler air are the perfect incubation media for extremely powerful and slow moving hurricanes.

Miami, and the cities of coastal Florida dodged a bullet from Hurricane Dorian, but the lucky should not gloat that most hurricanes have turned before striking our continent. In the past many cyclones have spun back out to warmer waters, and when in the rarer instances they made landfall, they weakened substantially, limiting damages to rain and storm surges.

An age of Land-preferring Cyclones

We must not derive comfort from past hurricane behavior. It is entirely possible that summer-heated water-soaked landmasses such as Florida, Texas, or portions of the Atlantic Coast will absorb as much or more solar energy as the deep waters of the Atlantic, particularly after a blazing hot summer, and thus will offer a potent energy source to feed a land-preferring cyclone with the strength of Hurricane Dorian, or greater. As storms progressively deforest these areas, their vulnerability to high wind speeds increases, and so does the rate at which they absorb solar heat.

Earth can absorb much more heat than land, since it is denser, but it transfers that heat less easily. However, since the schedule of storms has increased, the landmasses are often just recovering from one storm when a second strikes, and the water soaked earth is a better heat source for the power hungry rotating storm center.

In other words, hurricanes of the future may prefer a detour over a heated land mass, and even park there gaining strength for several days.

There are No Known limits to Hurricane strength

A Hurricane by nature is a heat engine, transforming energy accumulated by ocean waters (or in the future, land masses) to the upper atmosphere. While there are theoretical limits to the speeds that hurricanes might achieve on a planet of our size, gravitation, and atmosphere, the steady destruction of forests (themselves cooling engines), combined with the paving of the earth's surface by roads and cities, and the renewed assault on the arctic snows by greenhouse warming, combined with a logarithmic increase in emissions from burning of forests in the Amazon, Congo and Western US, are greatly accelerating the worst case warming scenarios predicted just ten years ago.

In the year 2000, scientists feared that within 100 years. earth's average atmospheric temperature would warm by 2 degrees C. yet now admit this scenario will unfold within just a few years. Global warming advances at full gallop. Nature constructs slowly, but disintegrates quickly. Earth's climate is falling off of a cliff, into a hellishly hot inferno.

Unless we get to the source of the problem first. Every human on this planet is needed to labor and restore forests, prairies, and ocean ecosystems that have kept our planet manageably cool.

Soil layers must be restored. We think of the trunks of trees, of blades of grass, but by far the greatest destruction to Earth's biomass has been to it's soils. The soils of the Great Plains, in Kansas for example, have been decreased from 33 feet thick, to less than a few feet in some areas.

Forests have been decimated by egregious lumbering practices. Every one of us has been wasteful of wood, of paper, and plastic. We've made ourselves vulnerable to the sun's terrifying heat. It's a terrible we find ourselves in, clean up our ways and become expert earty gardeners in very short order, or face the alternative.

Thursday, May 16, 2019

Song of Raven





I had a Gull named Raven, flew to call her Myna,
She cawed like a Crow, but was pretty as a White Rump-ed Shama.
Not a Sapsucker, or a Flycatcher, or the Least bit a-Do-Witcher,
She was just a Rhea Cutia, a purty Redhead Tanager.
An Orange-breasted Sunbird, a Summer Tanager she loves.
“Raven you should be in Skua” . . . “A Courser!”, so she does.

I dwad 'n University, flew first bird Courier.
A Horned Coot with a Baldpate, Babbler and a Worrier.
Knot Apostlebird, though I went to Godwit school,
Never Wren Bishopbird, I thought Cardinal was way too Koel.
I bowered up as a Friarbird, Jacana Turnstone Fody.
Wren I met a Flutist Hen, she Towee how to be Noddy!
Scrabed some Harpy Music, I’m Knot a Nightingale,
More a Mockingbird, Wren when I Smew this little Gull.

Nightjar at Rusty Fronted Barwing's, swallowin’ Turkey and Kokako’s,
Wren I cooed a Starling who for sure Woodstar, she had such Corvus Mangoes!
I Sora’ later at another Barwing . . .  She must have Turnstoned twenty
Oh Raven you’re Toucan, . . a Kiskadee would help you plenty!

“Caw Caw! . . . Wild Turkey and Kokako’s!”

“Oh Raven, a Kiskadee would make me wealthy!
Oh Raven you’re thin, not fat!
“A Chick-a-Dee would keep me healthy,
You’re a Reedling tall thin, like a Chat!

“Not a Secretarybird, nor a Roadrunner, For sure you Sibia Manakin!”
You're a Yungas Mannakin!, you have fine feathers on your tail!
“For such a Cutia Buteo, you’re skinnier than a Rail!
“A kinder man would tether you, Wagtail you a Hutton Vireo!
Fur a Greater Roadrunner, Yur a Graceful Pitta for Rea-l!”

“True, I'm Rail purty, tis true I was a Cutia,
I was the Yougas Mannakin, when I was a just a Tanager.
But then I got too Greeby, and my Manager threw me out,
I’m not the Least Bittern, I’m not the least Tit in doubt.”

We tried to squawk, but Raven’s Bewick had a Hoarse Accentor . .

“I Garganey’d Wild Turkey, but it didn’t make me Tercel,
"My Scarlet-Straited Ant-Thrush is Sora, Tits a gettin’ worse!
“Now I’m trying Kokako’s, to see if brings down the Weka.
“I need a Black Capped Phoebe, something to make it Pica.”

“Open your Magpie wide!”, an' I Sora Nuttalli inside her!
“Your Thrush-like Shiffornis! Gotten red and Sora!
“A Remizidae, I have some Serin, a Currasow in my Caracara!”

Now I ain’t got no Caracara, I have a Minivet and a Scoter,
No reason to Guan too fara.  They get me where I go to Skua.

I Hawfinch took a Waldrapp Swan, for a Divers around the Park
So that day on a Whimbrel, I asked Raven out for a Lark.

We Redstarted up my Scoter, and made the Eider roar.
But just then the Eider quit, the Block busted a Nutcracker.
“Turdus!” Sora Rook bad Luck, the Scoter’s engine gone!
There’s no Currasaw. . . it’s outta Oilbird!

“It’s a Beautiful Jay” Raven said, “Let’s Wren a Caracara!”
So we Wrentit ourselves a Merlin, and Redstarted to the Park.
Raven was actin’ Prinia, Coquette-a as I drove our Wrentit Merlin
Then took a Noddy Tern, and lied to in Tern to Raven,
“Our poor Merlin’s out of Petrel.”

I brought a special Botteri, in the Kestrel, for just such an Auk
It’s not a drink if you think a Stork, I thought she might just Goshawk.

Auk-ward as Raven is, she’s got a lot of Gull
“Wheat-ear!” She cries as she Dippers her Nightjar.
A Robin’ Bustard, a Ruff Babbler in the Act !
She’s Florican gas for our Wrentit car,
Duckin’ a Jackdaw in a Canvasback . . . . . “Caw Caw!”

"Duckin' a Jackdaw in a Canvasback . . . Caw Caw!"

I Coot not say no to Raven
I Lyrebirded to you here in this Dusky Lark
I lied to have you Raven . . .
Right here in Bushtit Park.

The Monal came out, and the Skylark got Bathawk,
“That’s Koel”, cawed Raven, then she threw the Canvasback.
“Let’s make a Leantoo,” Raven said, “I’ll make it up Pootoo, against the Wrentit Caracara bumper."
“And then I’ll invite you to my Bowerbird, and you can show me your Thunder Pumper!”

Raven became a Firewood-gatherer, I became a Leaf-Tosser,
Sora I Woodhunter my Treehunter, when we had enough leaves I’d Gleaner!

The place was kina Treepie, the sun Flicker-ed then Blackstart.
I thought to Coot my Oxpecker, and Shag Raven then in that Park.
Or maybe she Takehe up the Ani . . . like so many birds that Turdus
Wood she be a Trembler? Sora a Screamer? Raven my Bowerbirdus.

I started fumblin with her Spotted Redshank,
Then she took out one Brown Booby muffin.
Woodcock or Snowcock, my Monarch was really Puffin!
My Cock-seemed-made-of-Rock, it needed her Turkey to give Smew stuffin’.

When I Spider-hunter ware-y
“I’m not in a Thrush at all”
I'm Accipiter Cooperii, not at all Gentillis
She said, and took my Barbet Wood Peewee.

“That’s not for playin’” I told my dear young Raven.
“Not for a Pygmy Goose like you,
“That’ll pleasure an Oldsquaw Muttonbird!
“But will Hurt a Hummingbird like you.”

“Caw Caw” . . “Will hurt a hummingbird like you.”

“I ain’t no Rusty Breasted Nunlet, I’m a Ruddy Turnstone twenty!
Pygmy Ibon your Cactus Wren, I’ll give your Puffin Groundpecker plenty!
I ain’t no Virginia Cherrybird. You got a Trogon there?”
"Honeyguide my Rusty Flowerpiercer, Into your Fruithunter Fairey!"

“Caw, Caw! Into her Fruithunter Fairey!”

A Gannet and a Gannet, my Thunder Pumper banged her Butter Ball.
She called me a Stake Driver, and Wren me a Man-of-War!
I was Screamer “Raven!”, my Gull’s a Paradise Crow!
I Rollered her in leaves, we Tumblered in the Ouzel so.

My Puffinus Assimilis, is makin' her Ani Sora . . .
I’ll give her Peewee Stuffin’, and she’ll be beggin me for Moa!

“Guillemot, you are e-Chough for some good Broadbill,
I Coot Falconet” said Raven who then called me Bill.

She’s past being a Fregata minor, or a Twite Tanager
She’ll not be a Tattler, ‘Gwan then, take your Fill.
'And then when she’s had e-Chough you can Saddle-her Broadbill.’

She Wagtailed her Bendire, and Craned Thrasher in the Air
She jammed my Beak into her fender, and then ripped the clothes off my Scimitair.
We stripped off all our Stitchbirds, till we were naked in the filty Muck
And I then I took her Velvet Swift, to sit upon my Woody Duck.

“Caw Caw! Upon my Woody Duck!”

Then I threw her Velvet Asity down, and I ripped off Raven’s skirt,
I was no Gentoo-man, as I Spurfowl-ed her in the dirt. Caw Caw"

"As I Spurfowl-ed her in the Dirt. Caw Caw!"

I Craveri’d to up her Ani, I knew this was a Ruff Shag
Give me a Rosy-Finch . . . Don’t stop unless you’re a Fag!
"Kittiwake Kittiwake," I cried and she said, “Guan!”
I was Happy Wren my Trogon, jumped out of her gapin Hoatzin yawn!

Then from my Flycatcher, out leapt a Fairy Quill,
From my Hornbill, spilled to her Bushtit dark and Hairy.
“Moa Moa” she cried. She never Quetzal,
Raven was singin’ like a Nightingale merry!

“You’re a Loverbird! It must be your Eurasian Hobby!”
“Your Drongo’s longer than a Currawong.
No wonder you’re so afully Noddy!”

And it was that moment that I Lyrebirded to Raven,
Lyre-ed right there in that Park
. I told Raven I Lovebird-ed her.
All for her Bushtit Bushlark.

I swore Molothrus Ater, I Sora so Fulvetta,
A Gannet her a Divers bunch of lies,
A whole crop of Dotterel I Shoveler’d her
. . . just so I could get Broadbill.

“Dat’s Koel” she said, I hoped she was not a Tattler
"White-don't-Eye do Forktail, It won't make me strain Wryneck!"
Oh she’ll Crane and Crow , and then Swallow
When she takes my Flowerpecker.
She Duck-ed tho when she Dove,
Though I hoped she’d be a deeper Diver!

A Gannet and a Gannet her Sapsucker Godwit
I really thought she Woodswallow . . . . .
But just then my Bananaquit

“Caw Caw!” . . . “Just then his Bananaquit!”

[A Frigatebird may make Fantail, And all above eat Fieldfare
A Flameback Finch’s Firecrest may Dickcissel, Ozel leaps out of one’s Flycatcher!]

I Taiwan-ed on a Barwing, and checked in with a credit card down,
I Wrentit me a Bowerbird, at a five-star Hoaz’in town.
Raven liked the Bellbird, he gave her his Gold Kea,
I had to keep a White-eye, on the Waders that stayed so near!

We bought some Silken Satinbird, from a Weaverbird in the city,
She was Hairbird Cactus Wren, and Bee-Eating Veery Nody!
Raven dropped her Stitchbirds, for the Phillipine Tailorbird to show it’,
And flaunted her Penduline Tits there, and Hairy Pipipi as he sewed it!

You should have seen the Dollarbirds fly, for Longspurs, at a fancy Shoebill shop.
Then I bought a Fur-tive Flycatcher, and a Plushcap to Godwit it on top,
We gambled Dollarbirds at Galahs, and danced out at elegant Storks,
Raven was drinking Cisticola’s, we were feeding out with Kites and Forks.

I wore my Crow Silktails, Raven wore her Feather bust,
We danced away the night away, a Horned Coot with a Tanager in Rust.
I took her to the Flickers . . . the Black and White Trillers she liked best.
She wriggled and got all excited . . . even when she saw the Goldcrest
We started watching Bruce Leiothrix . . and other martial Larks,

Raven was a Replendent Quetzal, I hummed a Versicolored Emerald tune,
We ate Blue Capped Cordon-Bleu, an’ slept at Gentoo Hoat'z’in town.
I Rooked her to a Jewelbird, and bought her a Ruby Topaz.
Then late one night, she gave me such a flight,
When she Ducked outa sight in her Bath!
She liked Kakapos and Corn Crakes, lying a'Loon in bed,
Her Gull-et was an Openbill, inside of Raven’s Kitiwate Red!

“Takahe of this!” I said. I thought to light a Reefer.
Raven was my girlfriend now, by now I thought she was Akepa!
We’re just two Grebes smokin’ weed, I thought we might go a-Lapwing
I’d give her a Dunlin for a ring, and thought we might Teal the Knot,
But when she started Barwing, then I Smew she was a Leafbird fond of Pot.

“Caw Caw! . . . She’s a Leafbird fond of Pot”

Raven needed Minla, so I Loon-ed Raven Murre Monia,
Sure e-Chough I got the Merganser, I said that's not funny!"
It’s a Pitta, It’s a Shama and Murre,
My Gull Raven’s a Siskin Greenleaf addict for sure!

"Caw Caw! . . . A Greenleaf addict for sure!"

“Forktail the Munia, I Linnet ya little Northern Flicker!
“Yur a Bleedin’-heart, You got no Lark! You’re a lousty Tit-Babbler
“Wheres the Minla I Linnet Tinamou?
That Gull Raven of Myna is Wrentit Juncoo!

Caw Caw!” . . . Gull of Myna is a Wrentit Juncoo!”

You’re a Little Grassbird Raven . . and Grassquit you’ll do for sure!
But what are these Needletales? Don’t Lyrebird to me any Murre!
“Don’t give me no Bullfinch, else I’ll give you a Blackeye!
What are these Stubtails?, These Needle Tails? You're a Liarbird for sure!"

I Linnet her ten Francolins, and by day’s end “Shortwing!” Harp-eye.
“The Monal’s all Niltava! I don't have Ani Manee Towee!“
Oh she’ll Pratincoll, Crane and Crow
And then she'll Welcome Swallow.

But then I learned my Gull Raven’ll,
Would Jabiru me in the Knots for sure.

“Caw Caw!” . . . “Jabiru in the Knots for sure!”

Then I caught her Bulbul Teal-in’, Silver Kites 'n Forks ‘n Tern
Wag-in-Tail, Cockoo, an’ actin’ all Imperial Dove and Bittern.

“I’m so Sora, I’ve been Greebe-y, I’ve been Veery Noddy.”
“Guan Shrike a Tanager you Gentoo Man!"
You a makin’ me Siskin, it Smews how Shrike u Skimmer.”
This I'll Egret forever, an' knocked her on the Florican.
“Don’t Toucan, Let me go, l promise I’ll Grassquit”
“Don’t go, don’t go just yet”, I’m Mocking her Penquin.

“You’re a Malle-Fowl, I ain’t done wid Piculet.”
“No Hoatzin, I’ll throw you Owlet on ur Nightjar!”
“I’m makin a Scops-Owl, Swallowin’ Murre and Murre
No Monal left in this Moorhen? To the Hammercop u must go to Murre!”

“Caw! Caw! To the Hammercop u must go to Murre!"

Godwit I’ll Coot catch her Bobwhite,
From Heron I’ll not Thrush about it.
Gannet, Even when I take her to a Triller “Drongo”
And when she Shrikes and lies out . . .
Then I’ll Fly out and Catcher! . . . . . “Caw Caw!”

“Yuhina Out?”, In some ways Hammerkop.
I really hate to Harrier-her,
Eider Roller in return, She been a Robin and a 'Teal-in
I ought to have her Condor, or have her made Dikkop
Raven’s a Dollarbird, she’ll Gyre a story Weaver
It’s all Fish Owl, Oh she’ll Crane and Crow,
and then Swallow, all nice and sobby.

“Caw Caw! She’s been Loon-y for a Hobby!"

“Caw Caw!” . . . “ She’s been Loon-y for a Hobby.

We went back to Bushtit Park,
And Raven and I took again to Shag’n.
My One-Eyed Wryneck came 'a poking up
And Eider Ruff Shag-ed my darling Raven.

"And Turdus Grayi?"

One day my Dove was Diving along the Audobon
We weren’t even speeding, just Lazuli Bunting along,
I was lying in Raven’s lap, and tickling her Orioles,
It was fun counting her Titties, and looking for her one or two Moles.

“Kittlizt Plover, I’ve got to go Pipipi!”
“Murre Pipipi Raven? You’re the Pewee of Mississippi!”
Caca Guan fall out, along with Turdus Grayi
Upupidae in the Minivet!" Just then I heard a Honker!
"Crash, our Caracara had Kill-d-a-Deer!
My precious Minivet, my Red Lory couldn’t steer!
The wheels were Warblered, Wren we were looking for a Towhee truck
That was the moment I’d come to fear, as my Raven had run Sora luck.

A Crested Copperbird came over,
"Plover," he says, "Plover!
I’m Givin’ you the Collar’d Dove,” he says,
"Osprey-ed you breakin the Law!"

"I'll hear you sing Canary!”
“Ain’t Dunlin nothin’” Raven cried.
"Fulvetta confession," he said.
"I want a Fulmar Avadavat," she cried.

I offered him a Silverbill, but he had a Golden-eye,
Raven’s Spot-Breasted Oriole the Copperbird did Osprey.
"Fork-me-Over some-tail, an’ you won’t go to Jay-L!"
But Raven said "Goldfinch yurself, you Fulmar Horned Bustard!"
So with an Avadavat he claimed she was a Lyrebird, and into prison she was Buzzard.

I Wren an' got an Avocet, he sent papers with a Merganser,
I Babbled to an Avadavat, to a moustached Accentor,
Next thing you know I’m posting Quail,
Forktailing over more Moola!
All so this Quail can get my Gull, outta this Godwit Jay-L!

"Caw! Caw! . . . Outta this Godwit Jay-L!"

Raven’s let out on Parula,
Crake! It cost me Fody Francolins.
And what do you think she does?
Caw Caw! She throws a punch,
At my Broadbilled Treecreeper!

"No Parula," said the Ibis d’bill, it’s all my Bank Wood Swallow,
Sapayoa yur Bill, and I’ll take care of your Papyrus Canary!
“I’m not the Least Greeby! You could Least have some Graceful Pitta! . . . .”

I thought that Wood Ptarmigan,
Raven’s on the Lammer-geier . . .
Someday I really ought t’ Thrasher
While she’s Roadrunnin’ out there Robin‘ and Teal-in’ Murre.

Me I’ll not Shrike a Tanager
She’s Hoopoe’n I’ll Gnatcatcher I’m sure . . .
I really hate to Spurfowl her,
Shelduck everything I say . . .
I really ought to Chukkar Peafowl out,
For what Raven did to me that Day.

“Caw Caw” . . . “For what Raven did to me that Day.”

Then one Nightjar my Poorwill sang in heaven,
I opened up my Crow, and saw who'd rang was Raven.
She was Blackcap, wearing Macaw, and hair lookin all Curlew.
For a moment I Coot a’ Crossbilled her Violet-Ear,
An'felt my swelling Groundpecker.

But in a Moorhen, our love had Pootoo and Guan,
Raven pulled a Riflebird, I caught it and threw it down.
She pulled a Razorbill, but I caught her Rubythroat
I threw her on the Florican. “Common Ant Shrike a Tanager”, she Crow-ed,
“You Turdus assimilius!”
“Auk!” she cried, “You’ll get the Garot for this!”
“Don’t you Toucan! Godwit you’re gonna Gannet!”
“Sibia Care! You’re a Bustard”, she Crowed, she had to Flamingo.

“Caw Caw! . . . Crombec! Raven! Crombec! She had to Flamingo!""

“You’re a Bustard” she Crowed, We were gonna Marial Guan,
I’m Bay Wren a Child . . . Caw Caw! Suddenly I'm A Mute Swan,
What am I suddenly Heron? Could she be a Lyrebird? . . . .

“Is the Plaintive Cuckoo?” asked an Avocet with an Ara Militaris.
“Friarbird in Oilbird . . . She’s a Bataleur.”
“I Sea a Dove, but you say’s she’s a Bataleur,”
“Does she have a Lawyerbird? How does the defendant plead?”
“No Egrets, from Heron, No Bitterns at all. She’s a Fregata minor,
Sterna neglecta, and hence pleads Guillemot, and requests a Lesser Nothura.”

Raven pleaded Guilty and was Regulidae in chains.
An I’m not sure e-Chough I’ll ever see my little Gull Raven again.

Hwamei here? White-eye do it?
From Heron no Egrets.
I’ll not Grouse, or Rail at how Bird I am,
I’m not Moorhen, or even take a-Pelican,
Not the Least Bittern, I’ll take my Tern,
I thought I might Gnatcatcher.
What should I Dowitcher?
How I ought to Thrasher?
Oh Frigate! I’ll not Thrasher or Whipporwill!
But I know she’s not a Green Crombec
I’d Shoveler shit for a bit a Tit, so Owl ‘not flap about it!

She’s a Goose let loose, two Boobies with Tits an Orioles
She loves a Cock-at-tou, an’ a PeeWee’s Peafowl call
But I ain’t no Quail or a Limp-dic-kin Rail
So what ever Nuthatch, she a Least do one Ostrich,
An’ spend at Least Swan Stint in Jay-L .

“Caw Caw” . . . “An’ spend at Least Swan Stint in Jay-L !”

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

The Evolution of the Quantum State



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Potters bake the molecules of earth together to reform as manmade rock. Any potter longs to deepen that connection with fire, and the energy of life.

Amateur making of ceramic ware has in the West almost universally been taken over by the electric kiln. It's a toaster, you switch it on. It controls the temperature. Exactly. The fire it gives is universal fire, ie. heat from it's 'elements'. But alas, the flame is gone. So is the smoke, and the crackle and roar. The electric kiln supplies heat,  but alas the love is gone.

But it need not be the case. For the electric kiln is an invitation to potters everywhere to deepen their understanding of fire, of energy, and where it comes from and how it's made. We must know that to get that kiln to heat up, a fire is burning somewhere, in boiler supplying steam to a giant turbine, which turns the generators powering our city, or a nuclear reactor, or even our own sun producing the rainfall that turns water pressure into electricity.

Fire must be sought out, in a civilization that is afraid of flame.

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At the other side of the world,
where light is a different color,
the sound of a bell may be larger,
than a giant submarine
Don't doubt that beings watched as each of us died.

You fall without complaining
past the skirts of something new,
and leak a bit of it as love,
radiation to feed my soul.

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Technology, mathematics, and science functions as reins of a slower moving coach, that of our social organizations, and the state.

We have seen how the digital revolution has inverted notions of privacy. Today the average person is happy to share personal photographs and data, with any person on the globe using Instagram.

We've noticed how the digital revolution has affected our system of elections, exposing them to electronic hacking from across the globe.

We've observed the digitization of money, and how the true value of trusted stores of wealth, the dollar, the pound and others, have endured runaway inflation, interest accrued digitally.

We know the wealthy retreat into fearful isolation, into the counting house of their personal computers, where they measure wealth in shares of companies, with a very abstract total in dollars. Yet the dollar, and the stock in corporations are all fictitious wealth, less real than trees or fresh air, or a drink of cold water when it is hot.

Despite these drawbacks, it is also clear there is no turning back, no readmission to a pre-digital world, despite our laments for a rosy hued era of manual typewriters, of quill pens and ink.

Each of these changes to our media, towards pen and paper after impressing information on clay tablets, has brought about a own corresponding stress and change to our systems of government, to our cherished philosophies, and art. In short change is just that, change, and it disrupts everything. The disruptions are difficult, but we long for progress.

The pre-digital age took us to the frontiers of space, it saw the birth of the most terrible weapons of mass destruction, and World Wars without precedent in which the death tolls were in the many tens of millions.

We've seen governments unable to comprehend protests of it's people. When fairly elected officials, such as Macron of France, is the object of ridicule and is promised to be overthrown by the very voters that put him in power months after he's taken office, despite a record faithful to the campaign platform that elected him.

I've spent my life interested in how new forms of thinking are ushered in by new technologies, and newfound knowledge of nature, and am going to propose in this essay that a series of radical, perhaps violent, perhaps not, revolutions are about to take place, because of one simple fact. The machinery of the state, of systems of rule in Western Democracies and former Socialist republics both, is broken, and beyond repair.

I hope with the observations made here to be able to offer an understanding of the forces facing modern man on the face of a very crowded, very polluted and seemingly overpopulated planet.

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For quite some time I've felt that my attraction to ceramics, actually an attraction to clay itself, was due to something fundamental and physical, as if all the physical laws governing matter have conspired to make it impossible to invent beauty.

Or soul.

The soul of mankind may be independent of our bodies, and similarly, the beauty we perceive in the natural world, and sometimes in objects of our own design, may not actually be something we ourselves invent at all.

It may exist, not necessarily pre-made, not necessarily in a Platonic, other invisible world sense, but in the very plausible sense that if nothing cannot exist, then all existence and all existences must exist also, and with it all manifestations of soul, light and beauty included.

We and what we make are there as a natural expansion to our exponents of having soul. That which accompanies our material bodies through life must by virtue of that exponential power, create things which are beautiful and independent of matter themselves. Soul begets soul.

This postulate I wish to test against several aspects which usually accompany such accolades as beauty, perfection, and life. To do this we will need to perform a number of thought experiments

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I'll have to sweep up the ashes
Can't you see?

Ribbons are on tour,
You see, mine his everyone's
There isn't a place where I could show you what's really happening?

Al these questions, so futile,

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Can Darwinian Mechanics account for the Complexity of Conscious LIfe?




Examine a virus . . . it’s fairly obvious how a virus grows and reproduces. Yes it mutates, but it’s a survival of the fittest situation, and thus viruses and bacteria (less so in my opinion) are perfect subjects for applying the principles of Darwinian evolution. Whole populations come into being do their simple one way ‘script’ of infecting or whatever and then die. But it’s a kind of xerox machine where the copy has a coat.

But a more complex machine than that will evolve many programs with steps, just as our cells and organs have many well learned programs that they run continuously that keep us alive.

How the hell science ever thought that the simplest bit of science applied to a virus could account for all the rest of life .  . . no way.

That is why the defense of Darwin in itself is sounding like a religion.

Complex organisms have achieved some amazing and breathtaking evolutions, that I don’t believe Darwinian mechanics, ie theory of natural selection, fully describes the evolutionary process.

The red flag to Darwin, is the exceptional evolutionary speeds of consciousness/costume/charisma . . . . and by that I mean consciousness is a paradigm that simply CANNOT be produced computationally by a one way kluge like the virus, that simply reproduces dies reproduces according to a one-way script without feedback loops.

I’m suggesting that according to POTTER MECHANICS our DNA represents the code for a truly complex biological computer that is calculating, yes calculating outcomes by changing our metabolisms, our conscious and cognitive abilities, as well as the composition of our gametes.

Another example: The incredible SPEED with which birds evolved feathers and very unique feather and behavioural displays that are intrinsically linked, suggesting in some way that behavior has some mechanism by which it effects our offspring’s genome.

We just assume that our gametes reflect in a Medelian sort of fashion, our DNA. But who has counted the genes in our sperm, not just one, but millions to see if the percentages are the same as they would be with a virus. I don’t believe they are, and I think the only way our bodies could computationally ‘favor’ a mutation on one area rather than another is by some trick of protein folding, and that that process, viewed from the perspective of the entire organism, is a computer.

There have to be other computational functions performed by our DNA other than the protein production and reproduction mechanisms of classical genetics. Our DNA is funtioning as a computer, and all that junk . . . . is code.

See the virus represents a one way machine. It is a bot making more bots. But even in the virus there has to be some bio-feedback mechanisms at play. They just have to be discovered.

I’m saying that if we admitt our DNA to be a computer of sorts, if we accpt a data model of biological life, then that model has to admitt that complexities of a very high order are at least going to be many magnitudes more complicated than the most advanced computers.

Yet to be more complicated, to respond to the environment, to environmental change particularly quickly enough to sustain the high cost of a brain and a conscious mind, that to do that our organisms need an ability to change themselves far more quickly than Darwinian Mechanics would predict.

In short I’m saying that evolution is too simplistic, and too mechanistic to be able to evolve a species at the rates we see. Billions of years to get photosynthesis and then all this in just microseconds, off a mechanism that relies entirely  on such simplistic mechanisms as those proposed by Darwin.

Yes they are there but our bodies have to have a way of recieving data from the environment and making changes to the genenome, or essentially speeding up the process in the same way that a breeder speeds up the acquisition of certain traits.

Yet more complex organisms have the opportunity that only complex organisms have, and that is to run a kind fo full feedback loop between the environment and mechanisms of reproduction.

 . . .  but there have to be some ‘tricks’ of protein folding that essentially use the ‘data’ in our genome run a script. This is logical, because that’s what happens when proteins are made. The script I’m talking about is something much more fundemental and is exploiting the computational protential of all our DNA to essentially ‘stack the odds’ when it comes to gamete creation. I’m not sure how this is happenening, but something like it has to be happening. In other words our DNA is a form of computer, more advanced than we’ve credited it to date, that using the body as a host machine. I don’t need to be proven wrong, because if this is not in the news in the next few years I am wrong, because definititionally for my idea to work there’d have to be bio-feedback from the environment to the computational potential in our DNA. I’m not saying genes because we haven’t mapped genes everywhare on our DNA. And nor have we taken into account what happens when proteins and DNA folds, unexpectedly.

IIf a simple automobile can have a status report printed out at the dealer, then from an organism as complicated as a human being you would expect something more than just assembly line evolutionary methods.

f you had a car, that was as complex and incredible as say a human being . . . it would certainly be able to run a status report on itself at any time. This is logical. No organism of such complexity can emerge without information flow back from the enviornment. Yes we have it in ‘Mommy I feel sick’ and those sort of system notices. But what happens to our gamete production when we actually get sick. And what happens when we exhert ourselves in long distance running. Wouldn’t it be absolutely logical for the gamete production logic to get a message that ‘whatever you’ve got in the metabolism improvement category time to run that one now!” and this doesn’t just speed sugar uptake, but rather it changes, albeit slightly the gamete composition. It is not random and Medelian.

That’s my theory. . . . . and all I have to suggest it is the incredibly rapid evolutionary progress of complex organisms. How is it that humans evolved much more quickly than the reptiles . . . . in an extinction event it’s the survivors of those that can change the characteristics of their offspring that have the best chance of passing on yes I’ll say it . . . . genes and much more than genes.

My Little Gull Raven



"I had a Little Gull named Raven, I flew to call her Myna,
She made sounds like a Crow, although she was pretty as a White Rump-ed Shama.
Knot a Sapsucker, or a Flycatcher, or the Least bit a-Do-Witcher,
She was just a Rhea Cutia, a purty little Redhead-ed Tanager.
An Orange-breasted Sunbird, a Summer Tanager she was.
“Raven you should be in Skua!” . . . and she said, “A Course-er!”, so she does.

I did a Stint in University, and flew first bird Courier.
I'm a Horned Coot with a Baldpate, a Babbler and a Worrier.
Knot an Apostlebird, though I went to Godwit school,
Never made Dikkop Bishopbird, I thought Cardinal was way too Koel.
I ended up as a Friarbird, Jacana Turnstone Fody.
I met a Flutist Wren, and she Towee how to be Noddy!
I wrote some Harpy Music, though I’m not a Nightingale,
I was a Happy Song Wren, when I Smew this little Gull.

One Nightjar I was at a Rusty Fronted Barwing, 
Swallowin’ Wild Turkey and Kokako’s,
Wren I Seedeater a little Starling. who had such Corvus Mangoes!
I Sora’ later at another Barwing, . . . She must have Turnstoned twenty
Oh Raven you’re Toucan, . . a Kiskadee would help you plenty!

“Caw Caw! . . . Wild Turkey and Kokako’s!”

I been a-Skimmer for just Swan Winchat, so I Eider up.
“Oh Raven, a Kiskadee would make me wealthy!
Oh Raven you’re thin, not fat!
“A Chick-a-Dee would keep me healthy!
You’re a Reedling I'm Hoopoe-ing to Chat!

“Not a Secretarybird, nor a Roadrunner, For sure you Sibia Manakin!”
You're a Yungas Mannakin!, have a fine Firecrest on your tail!
“For such a Cutia Buteo, you’re skinnier than a Rail!
“A kinder man would tether you, an' Wagtail you a Hutton Vireo!
All for a Greater Roadrunner, Yur a Graceful Pitta for Rea-l!”

“True, I'm Rail purty, tis true I was a Cutia,
"I was the Yougas Mannakin, when I was a just a Tanager.
"But then I got too Greeby, and my Manager threw me out,
"I’m not the Least Bittern, I’m not the least Bittern doubt.”

We tried to squawk, but Raven’s Bewick had a Hoarse Accentor . .
“My Scarlet-Straited Ant-Thrush is Sora, is Mannakin me Weka!
“I Garganey’d Wild Turkey, but it didn’t make me well,
“Now I’m trying Kokako’s, to see if brings down the swell.
“I need a Black Capped Phoebe, something to make it better.”
“Open your Magpie wide!”, I said an' I Sora Pica Nuttalli inside her!
“Your Thrush-like Shiffornis has gotten red and Sora!
“A Remizidae, I have some Serin, a Currasow in my Caracara!”

Now I ain’t got no Caracara, I have a Minivet and a Scoter,
No reason to Guan too fara. . . They carry me when I go to Skua.
I Hawfinch took a Waldrapp Swan, for a Divers around the Park
So that day on a Whimbrel, I asked Raven out for a Lark.

We Redstarted up my Scoter, and made the Eider roar.
But just then the Eider quit, the Block busted a Nutcracker.
“Turdus!” Sora Rook bad Luck, the Scoter’s engine gone!
There’s no Currasaw. . . it’s outta Oilbird______!

“It’s a Beautiful Jay” Raven said, “Let’s Wren a Caracara!”
So we Wrentit ourselves a Merlin, and Redstarted it to the Park.
Raven was actin’ Prinia, Coquette-a as I drove our Wrentit Merlin
Then took a Noddy Tern, and lied to in Tern to Raven,
“Our poor Merlin’s out of Petrel.”

I brought a special Botteri, in the Kestrel, for just such an Auk
It’s not a drink if you think a Stork, I thought she might Goshawk.

Auk-ward as Raven is, she’s got a lot of Gull
“Wheat-ear!” She cries as she Dippers her Nightjar.
A Robin’ Bustard, a Ruff Babbler in the Act !
She’s Florican gas for our Wrentit car,
Duckin’ Jackdaw in a Canvasback . . . . . “Caw Caw!”

"Duckin' a Jackdaw in a Canvasback . . . Caw Caw!"

I Coot not say no to Raven
I Lyrebirded to you here in this Dusky Lark
I lied to have you Raven . . .
Right here in Bushtit Park.

The Monal came out, and the Skylark got Bathawk,
“That’s Koel”, cawed Raven, then she threw back the Goshawk.
“Let’s make a Leantoo,” Raven said, “I’ll rip your Canvasback
I'll make it up into a Pootoo, against the Caracara bumper."
“And then I’ll invite you to my Bowerbird, and you can show me your Thunder Pumper!”

Raven became a Firewood-gatherer, I became a Leaf-Tosser,
I Sora I Woodhunter and when we had enough leaves I’d Gleaner!

The place was kina Treepie, the sun Flicker-ed then Blackstart.
I thought to Coot my Oxpecker, and Shag Raven then in that Lark.
Or maybe she Takehe up the Ani . . . like so many birds that Turdus
Wood she be a Trembler? Sora a Screamer? Raven my Bowerbirdus.

Woodcock or Snowcock, my Monarch was really Puffin!
My Cock-seemed-made-of-Rock, it needed her Turkey to give Smew stuffin’.
I started fumblin with her Spotted Redshank,
Then she took out one Brown Booby muffin.
And then I knew I was Griffon to Robin a Common Shag!
I Smew then I had Common a Shag, to Griffon-to my Puffin!

When I Spider-hunter ware-y
“I’m not in a Thrush at all”
She said, and took my Barbet Wood Peewee.

“That’s not for playin’” I told my dear young Raven,
“Not for a Pygmy Goose like you,
“That’ll pleasure an Oldsquaw Muttonbird!
“But will Hurt a Hummingbird like you.”

“Caw Caw” . . “Will hurt a hummingbird like you.”

“I ain’t no Rusty Breasted Nunlet, I’m a Ruddy Turnstone twenty!
Pygmy Ibon your Cactus Wren, I’ll give your Puffin Groundpecker plenty!
I ain’t no Virginia Cherrybird. You got a Trogon there?”
"Honeyguide your Rusty Flowerpiercer, into in my Fruithunter Fairey!"

“Caw, Caw! Into her Fruithunter Fairey!”

A Gannet and a Gannet, my Thunder Pumper banged her Butter Ball.
She called me a Stake Driver, and Wren called me a Man-of-War!
I was Screamer “Raven!”, my Gull’s a Paradise Crow!
I Rollered her in leaves, we Tumblered in the Ouzel so.

My Puffinus Assimilis, is makin' her Ani Sora . . .
I’ll give her Peewee Stuffin’, and she’ll be beggin me for Moa!

“Guillemot, you are e-Chough for some good Broadbill,
I Coot Falconet” said Raven who for the first time called me Bill.

She’s past being a Fregata minor, or a Twite Tanager
She’ll not be a Tattler, ‘Gwan then, take your Fill.
'And then when she’s had e-Chough you can Saddle-her Broadbill.’

She Wagtailed her Bendire, and Craned Thrasher in the Air
She jammed my Beak into her fender, and then ripped the clothes off my Scimitair.
We stripped off all our Stitchbirds, till we were naked in the filty Muck
And I then I took her Velvet Swift, to sit upon my Woody Duck.

“Caw Caw! Upon my Woody Duck!”

Then I threw her Velvet Asity down, and I ripped off Raven’s skirt,
I was no Gentoo-man, as I Spurfowl-ed her in the dirt. Caw Caw"

I Craveri’d to up her Ani, I knew this was a Ruff Shag
Give me a Rosy-Finch . . . Don’t stop unless you’re a Fag!
"Kittiwake Kittiwake," I cried and she said, “Guan! Guan!”
I was a Happy Wren my Trogon, jumped out of her gapin Hoatzin yawn!

Out my Flycatcher, leapt a Fairy Quill,
My Hornbill, spilled to her Bushtit dark and Hairy.
“Moa Moa” she cried. She never Quetzal,
Raven was singin’ like a Nightingale merry!

“You’re a Loverbird! It must be your Eurasian Hobby!”
“Your Drongo’s longer than a Currawong.
No wonder you’re so afully Noddy!”

And it was that moment that I Lyrebirded to Raven,
Lyre-ed right there in that Park
. I told Raven I Lovebird-ed her.
All for her Bushtit Bushlark.

I swore Molothrus Ater, I Sora so Fulvetta,
A Gannet her a Divers bunch of lies,
A whole crop of Dotterel I Shoveler’d her
. . . just so I could get Broadbill.

“Dat’s Koel” she said, I hoped she was not a Tattler
"White-don't-Eye do Forktail, It won't make me strain Wryneck!"
Oh she’ll Crane and Crow , and then Swallow
When she takes my Flowerpecker.
She Duck-ed tho when she Dove,
Though I hoped she’d be a deeper Diver!

A Gannet and a Gannet her Sapsucker Godwit
I really thought she Woodswallow . . . . .
But just then my Bananaquit.

[A Frigatebird may make Fantail,
And all above eat Fieldfare
A Flameback Finch’s may Dickcissel,
Ozel leaps out of one’s Flycatcher!

I Taiwan-ed on a Barwing, and checked in with a credit card down,
I Wrentit me a Bowerbird, at a five-star Hoaz’in town.
Raven liked the Bellbird, he gave her his Gold Kea,
I had to keep a White-eye, on the Waders that stayed so near!

We bought some Silken Satinbird, from a Weaverbird in the city,
She was Hairbird Cactus Wren, and Bee-Eating Veery Nody!
Raven dropped her Stitchbirds, for the Phillipine Tailorbird to show it’,
And flaunted her Penduline Tits there, and Hairy Pipipi as he sewed it!

You should have seen the Dollarbirds fly, for Longspurs, at a fancy Shoebill shop.
Then I bought a Fur-tive Flycatcher, and a Plushcap to Godwit it on top,
We gambled Dollarbirds at Galahs, and danced out at elegant Storks,
Raven was drinking Cisticola’s, we were feeding out with Kites and Forks.

I wore my Crow Silktails, Raven wore her Feather bust,
We pranced at the Museum of Mudhen Art, a Horned Coot with a Tanager in Rust.
I took her to the Flickers . . . the Black and White Trillers she liked best.
She wriggled and got all excited . . . even when she saw the Goldcrest
We started watching Bruce Leiothrix, and other martial Larks,

Raven was a Replendent Quetzal, I hummed a Versicolored Emerald tune,
We ate Blue Capped Cordon-Bleu, an’ slept at Gentoo Hoat'z’in town.
I Rooked her to a Jewelbird, and bought her a Ruby Topaz.
Then late one night, she gave me such a flight,
When she Ducked outa sight in her Bath!
She liked Kakapos and Corn Crakes, lying a'Loon in bed,
Her Gull-et was an Openbill, inside of Raven’s Kitiwate Red!

“Takahe of this!” I said. I thought to light a Reefer.
Raven was my girlfriend now, by now I thought she was Akepa!
We’re just two Grebes smokin’ weed, I thought we might go a-Lapwing
I’d give her a Dunlin for a ring, and thought we might Teal the Knot,
But when she started Barwing, then I Smew she was a Leafbird fond of Pot.

“Caw Caw! . . . She’s a Leafbird fond of Pot”

Raven needed Minla, so I Loon-ed Raven Murre Monia,
Sure e-Chough I got the Merganser, I said that's not funny!"
It’s a Pitta, It’s a Shama and Murre,
My Gull Raven’s a Siskin Greenleaf addict for sure!

"Caw Caw! . . . A Greenleaf addict for sure!"

“Forktail the Munia, I Linnet ya little Northern Flicker!
“Yur a Bleedin’-heart, You got no Lark! You’re a lousty Tit-Babbler
“Wheres the Minla I Linnet Tinamou?
That Gull Raven of Myna is Wrentit Juncoo!

Caw Caw!” . . . Gull of Myna is a Wrentit Juncoo!”

You’re a Little Grassbird Raven . . and Grassquit you’ll do for sure!
But what are these Needletales? Don’t Lyrebird to me any Murre!
“Don’t Grebe me no Bullfinch, else I Loon you a Blackeye!
What are these Stubtails?, These Needle Tails? You're a Liarbird for sure!"

I Linnet her ten Francolins, and by day’s end “Shortwing!” Harp-eye.
“The Monal’s all Niltava! I don't have Ani Manee Towee!“
Oh she’ll Pratincoll, Crane and Crow
And then she'll Welcome Swallow.

But then I learned my Gull Raven’ll,
Would Jabiru me in the Knots for sure.

“Caw Caw!” . . . “Jabiru in the Knots for sure!”

Then I caught her Bulbul Teal-in’, Silver Kites 'n Forks ‘n Tern
Wag-in-Tail, Cockoo, an’ actin’ all Imperial Dove and Bittern.

“I’m so Sora, I’ve been Greebe-y, I’ve been Veery Noddy.”
“Guan Shrike a Tanager you Gentoo Man!"
You a makin’ me Siskin, it Smews how Shrike u Skimmer.”
This I'll Egret forever, an' knocked her on the Florican.
“Don’t Toucan, Let me go, l promise I’ll Grassquit”
“Don’t go, don’t go just yet”, I’m Mocking her Penquin.

“You’re a Malle-Fowl, I ain’t done wid Piculet.”
“No Hoatzin, I’ll throw you Owlet on ur Nightjar!”
“I’m makin a Scops-Owl, Swallowin’ Murre and Murre
No Monal left in this Moorhen? To the Hammercop u must go to Murre!”

“Caw! Caw! To the Hammercop u must go to Murre!"

Godwit I’ll Coot catch her Bobwhite,
From Heron I’ll not Thrush about it.
Gannet, Even when I take her to a Triller “Drongo”
And when she Shrikes and lies out . . .
Then I’ll Fly out and Catcher! . . . . . “Caw Caw!”

“Yuhina Out?”, In some ways Hammerkop.
I really hate to Harrier-her,
Eider Roller in return, She been a Robin and a 'Teal-in
I ought to have her Condor, or have her made Dikkop
Raven’s a Dollarbird, she’ll Gyre a story Weaver
It’s all Fish Owl, Oh she’ll Crane and Crow,
and then Swallow, all nice and sobby.

“Caw Caw! She’s been Loon-y for a Hobby!"

“Caw Caw!” . . . “ She’s been Loon-y for a Hobby.

We went back to Bushtit Park,
And Raven and I took again to Shag’n.
My One-Eyed Wryneck came 'a poking up
And Eider Ruff Shag-ed my darling Raven.

"And Turdus Grayi?"

One day my Dove was Diving along the Audobon
We weren’t even speeding, just Lazuli Bunting along,
I was lying in Raven’s lap, and tickling her Orioles,
It was fun counting her Titties, and looking for her one or two Moles.

“Kittlizt Plover, I’ve got to go Pipipi!”
“Murre Pipipi Raven? You’re the Pewee of Mississippi!”
Caca Guan fall out, along with Turdus Grayi
Upupidae in the Minivet!" Just then I heard a Honker!
"Crash, our Caracara had Kill-d-a-Deer!
My precious Minivet, my Red Lory couldn’t steer!
The wheels were Warblered, Wren we were looking for a Towhee truck
That was the moment I’d come to fear, as my Raven had run Sora luck.

A Crested Copperbird came over,
"Plover," he says, "Plover!
I’m Givin’ you the Collar’d Dove,” he says,
"Osprey-ed you breakin the Law!"

"I'll hear you sing Canary!”
“Ain’t Dunlin nothin’” Raven cried.
"Fulvetta confession," he said.
"I want a Fulmar Avadavat," she cried.

I offered him a Silverbill, but he had a Golden-eye,
Raven’s Spot-Breasted Oriole the Copperbird did Osprey.
"Fork-me-Over some-tail, an’ you won’t go to Jay-L!"
But Raven said "Goldfinch yurself, you Fulmar Horned Bustard!"
So with an Avadavat he claimed she was a Lyrebird, and into prison she was Buzzard.

I Wren an' got an Avocet, he sent papers with a Merganser,
I Babbled to an Avadavat, to a moustached Accentor,
Next thing you know I’m posting Quail,
Forktailing over more Moola!
All so this Quail can get my Gull, outta this Godwit Jay-L!

"Caw! Caw! . . . Outta this Godwit Jay-L!"

Raven’s let out on Parula,
Crake! It cost me Fody Francolins.
And what do you think she does?
Caw Caw! She throws a punch,
At my Broadbilled Treecreeper!

"No Parula," said the Ibis d’bill, it’s all my Bank Wood Swallow,
Sapayoa yur Bill, and I’ll take care of your Papyrus Canary!
“I’m not the Least Greeby! You could Least have some Graceful Pitta! . . . .”

I thought that Wood Ptarmigan,
Raven’s on the Lammer-geier . . .
Someday I really ought t’ Thrasher
While she’s Roadrunnin’ out there Robin‘ and Teal-in’ Murre.

Me I’ll not Shrike a Tanager
She’s Hoopoe’n I’ll Gnatcatcher I’m sure . . .
I really hate to Spurfowl her,
Shelduck everything I say . . .
I really ought to Chukkar Peafowl out,
For what Raven did to me that Day.

“Caw Caw” . . . “For what Raven did to me that Day.”

Then one Nightjar my Poorwill sang in heaven,
I opened up my Crow, and saw who'd rang was Raven.
She was Blackcap, wearing Macaw, and hair lookin all Curlew.
For a moment I Coot a’ Crossbilled her Violet-Ear,
An'felt my swelling Groundpecker.

But in a Moorhen, our love had Pootoo and Guan,
Raven pulled a Riflebird, I caught it and threw it down.
She pulled a Razorbill, but I caught her Rubythroat
I threw her on the Florican. “Common Ant Shrike a Tanager”, she Crow-ed,
“You Turdus assimilius!”
“Auk!” she cried, “You’ll get the Garot for this!”
“Don’t you Toucan! Godwit you’re gonna Gannet!”
“Sibia Care! You’re a Bustard”, she Crowed, she had to Flamingo.

“Caw Caw! . . . Crombec! Raven! Crombec! She had to Flamingo!""

“You’re a Bustard” she Crowed, We were gonna Marial Guan,
I’m Bay Wren a Child . . . Caw Caw! Suddenly I'm A Mute Swan,
What am I suddenly Heron? Could she be a Lyrebird? . . . .

“Is the Plaintive Cuckoo?” asked an Avocet with an Ara Militaris.
“Friarbird in Oilbird . . . She’s a Bataleur.”
“I Sea a Dove, but you say’s she’s a Bataleur,”
“Does she have a Lawyerbird? How does the defendant plead?”
“No Egrets, from Heron, No Bitterns at all. She’s a Fregata minor,
Sterna neglecta, and hence pleads Guillemot, and requests a Lesser Nothura.”

Raven pleaded Guilty and was Regulidae in chains.
An I’m not sure e-Chough I’ll ever see my little Gull Raven again.

Hwamei here? White-eye do it?
From Heron no Egrets.
I’ll not Grouse, or Rail at how Bird I am,
I’m not Moorhen, or even take a-Pelican,
Not the Least Bittern, I’ll take my Tern,
I thought I might Gnatcatcher.
What should I Dowitcher?
How I ought to Thrasher?
Oh Frigate! I’ll not Thrasher or Whipporwill!
But I know she’s not a Green Crombec
I’d Shoveler shit for a bit a Tit, so Owl ‘not flap about it!

She’s a Goose let loose, two Boobies with Tits an Orioles
She loves a Cock-at-tou, an’ a PeeWee’s Peafowl call
But I ain’t no Quail or a Limp-dic-kin Rail
So what ever Nuthatch, she a Least do one Ostrich,
An’ spend at Least Swan Stint in Jay-L .

“Caw Caw” . . . “An’ spend at Least Swan Stint in Jay-L !”

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Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Rest




Carbon fiber, when broken apart,
Unravels like yarn from a sock gone out.
Only engine shafts like bones,
And flesh are left among bloody . . . iPhones.

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