<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765019571626990427</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 08:02:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Crow: Grace and Grit</title><description/><link>http://burntmango.org/production/graceandgrit/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Hofan Chau 周可凡)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765019571626990427.post-854534891555323304</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 02:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-09T20:49:29.031-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poems</category><title>Crow and the Sea</title><description>He tried ignoring the sea&lt;br /&gt;But it was bigger than death, just as it was bigger than life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried talking to the sea&lt;br /&gt;But his brain shuttered and his eyes winced from it as from open flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried sympathy for the sea&lt;br /&gt;But it shouldered him off - as a dead thing shoulders you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried hating the sea&lt;br /&gt;But instantly felt like a scrutty dry rabbit-dropping on the windy cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried just being in the same world as the sea&lt;br /&gt;But his lungs were not deep enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his cheery blood banged off it&lt;br /&gt;Like a water-drop off a hot stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;He turned his back and he marched away from the sea&lt;br /&gt;As a crucified man cannot move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- Ted Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://burntmango.org/production/graceandgrit/2008/08/crow-and-sea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hofan Chau 周可凡)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765019571626990427.post-7441181007695156374</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-09T19:18:27.654-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poems</category><title>Crow's Fall</title><description>When Crow was white he decided that the sun was too white.&lt;br /&gt;He decided it glared much too whitely.&lt;br /&gt;He decided to attack it and defeat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got his strength flush and in full glitter.&lt;br /&gt;He clawed and fluffed his rage up.&lt;br /&gt;He aimed his beak direct at the sun's centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed himself to the center of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At his battle cry trees suddenly grew old,&lt;br /&gt;Shadows flattened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sun brightened-&lt;br /&gt;It brightened, and Crow returned charred black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened his mouth but what came out was charred black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Up there,' he managed,&lt;br /&gt;'Where white is black and black is white, I won.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- Ted Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.</description><link>http://burntmango.org/production/graceandgrit/2008/08/crows-fall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hofan Chau 周可凡)</author></item></channel></rss>