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Friday, March 25, 2016

Purely Academic by Clara B. Jones

Purely Academic

“It's acceptable to be ignorant but not acceptable to make a mistake.” Japanese Proverb

1. I planned on nursing.
“Follow Titchener!”, you said.
“Join the alliance
of arts, science, and letters.”

I started the path you cleared.

2. It is difficult
to sound sincerely grateful
for gratis gifts
of insight and instruction.

A formal hug upon sight
confirmed the shape of function.

3. I wanted to please
to study Primitive Art
to mimic the Wasps
those sophisticated girls
drinking wine from Steuben glass.

Your Greek Bronze Coins honored civilization's relics.

4. Ours was a Wabi Sabi relationship
impermanent, shadowy, flawed.
I tried to set a price on it
like a feminine Japanese portrait
never judging it's value.

You taught me to write
in the academic form
of Aichi's model.
Following your way
the long path was shorter
because of culture.
Koshima monkeys
washing grainy potatoes
risk-takers taking the lead.

High Priest's Sand Bringing
collected from monkeys' hands.

5. Overtly brazen
marginally intimate
independent mien.

“A notably large volume,
we'll weed out each mistake.”

If Jasper had lived
would these games have driven him home?
Would he have succumbed to your covert malady?

6. You disrespected
a scholar by your appropriation.

Stored in your cases
my beautiful specimens
name never tagged.

Two times by great men
princes of fieldwork
collections preserved.

Was it theft or convention?
Did you think I'd not notice?
Was it blind reflex?
Were I your son
would you have grieved
a reputation harmed?

It's only tough luck
laws unbroken
rituals at work.

7. Your wife at my door,
long blonde hair
short blue dress
seeking my husband
l a female bee-eater
forgoing the helper role
a Kenyan matriarch
whose son's wife cooks.

She left, you imploded
embracing necessity like a woman.

8. You say you are great
honored for publications
destined to endure
but is this legacy sufficient
to outweigh your losses?

9. The Elephant House
where you kissed her playfully
sheltered dying breeds.

10. No hay problema.
I won't hold it against you.
What you share with them
matters not at all.
In life as in statistics
difference is everything
and a genome is pathways removed
from the face that harbors it.

Were I young again,
your reputation would matter naught.

11. Impeccable restraint
in the manner of Empire.
Attention to detail
in the manner of homeland.
A lifetime following Hakone T
halting only to taste the snows of Kanagawa
to touch the pine trees of Aichi.



Fieldwork (1973-2007) by Clara B. Jones

Fieldwork (1973-2007)

“Study the mongoose.”
Good advice but Lariam
would make me crazy.
My letters left you wanting
a student closer to home.

I consciously deceived you.
Wanting your brain
in exchange for rote deference
I cynically offered space, conversation,
food, mattress
and more.

Aware only of your young face
reflected by sclerites
three weeks of research
left you restless
for distraction and play.

Your insects were no competition
for another species of fly
leading you
like one of her stallions
to playa and San José.

No hay problema.
By the time you trotted away
I had learned to classify Centris.

Immobilizing
collating morphometrics
each centimeter
another mammal datum
changing primatology.

Because you taught me
Pteridium's mysteries
I sought invasives
on Guanacaste hillsides
toxic to cattle and soil.

Entomacrodus
cupped in petrified coral
swimmer or walker.

Transported by waves
flushed onto craggy fossils
iterated risks.

Twice, I almost died
when ocean waters sucked me
into dark spaces
far from thyropteran bugs
and alouattine green leaves.

Who might have guessed it?
Ignorant boys in Texas
silenced your trained words
and ritual endeavors
to decode frogs' mysteries.

According to him
you were close to suicide.
Your dama demanded divorce.
He wanted me to fix you
but one favor did no good.

Your innocent son
trying to make sense of you
drawn to Anhinga
peering through binoculars
edges distant and unclear.

Over time, what co-evolves
between parent and young?

Every plant and animal
is proud to call you “Father”.

Your cocky lecture
ambitious and sarcastic
status more than rank.

Distinct simians
both habituated types
viewed with a master.

Her trained observations
refined our own practices
but you played expert.

Were you expectant
seeking strong validation
never forthcoming?
Icy rejection by your peers
a piercing enlightenment
like stepping on toxic black palms.



Scarlet Macaws (1973-2014) by Clara B. Jones

Scarlet Macaws (1973-2014)

1. The Amazon sang
“Stay with me not your marriage.
Love me forever.”
A river offered more joy
than familia or friends.

2. Three little children,
programmed in wet synapses,
consolidation electric and chemical.

3. A birdwatcher knows
a Lifer's horrid impact.
You shared warm coffee
near your tent in the forest.
Death became trivial.

4. What made me reflect
on my mother's sewing
my children's longing?
My image crafted
guilty conscience stabilized
prescription working.
Persona formal
anxious feelings steadied
Xanax operational.

5. Genetic markers
expressed as constant critics.
I, the egg-donor
always dodging sticky webs
stabilimentum redux.

6. Macaw vocalizations
filtered through wet leaves
raspy staccato.
But for your showy display
I might have overlooked you.
Sound infused dankness
between canopy and soil.

7. It would be useless
to wallow in sentiment
over Red male's wounds
or over his fear
of my tranquilizer gun
pointed at his black thigh.

While we are at it
Do Allee Effects vary
among human tribes?