BC: I HEARD THE WILD GANDER c. Corinne Whitaker 2014 all rights reserved www.giraffe.com firstname.lastname@example.org
FC: I HEARD THE WILD GANDER Corinne Whitaker
1: I HEARD THE WILD GANDER Corinne Whitaker
2: I heard the wild gander Call out to the goose. Cut loose! Cut loose! He cried to the goose.
4: The goose was afraid and stayed in the shade of anon and on to oblivion.
6: The goose heard the war cry: God is the air The space The life The everywhere!
8: When children get cancer Is God even there?
10: If the world is godless If idols decay If birth pangs are endless And darkness holds sway
12: If the poet goes wordless The ear cannot hear The music is toneless And hope dies with fear
14: Then why heed the gander When the goose knows too well That chaos and zero Will weave our farewell
16: I saw the wild gander Bow down to the goose. You are wise You are Woman Far wiser than Zeus
18: More ancient than thunder More honeyed than thighs But something far deeper Illumines your eyes.
20: I would question you further For I too would see. Will you give me the answer The white-coated answer The charcoal-burned answer: Why am I me?
22: The goose hesitated Would not be misstated Would never be mated To brutality.
24: You are merely a shadow Of what is to be. You will wither tomorrow Like vines in Navarro You will shiver and slither Toward nonentity.
26: But fear not scant gander For something will be. Perhaps it is evil and may be depraved A carnage, a cesspool Freedom enslaved.
28: It may be the creature Called "horrible hand" A mind with no body A turgid sweat gland.
30: Perhaps it is honor Washing ashore Perhaps it is wisdom That suffocates war.
32: One thing is certain One thing is positive One indestructible One ineluctable Purely unstoppable Sheer destiny.
34: For it will not be thee It may not be me.
36: But always And afterward Something will be.
39: It all began in 1981 with a little black box called the Apple IIe. There were no menus, no icons, no mouse. You booted up, if you were lucky. You printed, if you could. You confronted the seductive blackness of a small screen that tempted you to learn to see in a completely new way. And you plunged in to a magic new world. Almost 34 years later, Corinne Whitaker has been acclaimed as a "distinguished artist", a pioneering digital painter and sculptor, an author and poet. You can see her work worldwide, and throughout the world wide web. You can visit her award-winning monthly eZine at www.giraffe.com, visited by over 156 nations and completing its 20th year online. You can visit her studio in Foster City, California, USA, where she is probably communing with the geese and listening to the wisdom of the water. And if you are fortunate, she will share her love of all things digital with you.