If you know his work, and given my leaning toward brevity here, you might be surprised to find this poet in clippings. But Peter writes fine poems, short and long.

WORK

“Requiem”

The angels I love
bicker over cod guts and snapper spines.
They joust for flounder skulls and pick the bones clean,
screaming. Their harsh, fine voices
break across my town
in a language lost to my kind,
thoughtless in the clear now of now
without death. Christ, walk down streets paved
with rain to me and you drown in my choir,
my angels beating prayer under wing
which is the want I have not loved
well. Where did my weather go? Meet me
where my hidden weather went,
where praise and rain
are never spent.

—Peter Munro
—from Poetry Magazine, Jan. 2009

WORD

halieutic (hal-i-YOO-tick). adjective. Of, related to, or belonging to fishing. Also halieutics, the practice of fishing or a treatise on fishing.

“In English poetry the halieutic is a much more frequent type than the synergetic. Certainly an unprejudiced reader finds much more pleasure in the pages of the halieutic […] The pursuit of angling by no means makes of its followers great writers, but it is a pursuit whose wholesome character is generally reflected in the pages of those who have dedicated themselves to celebrating the fisherman’s art.” (Marie Loretto Lilly)

Prose Halieutics; or Ancient and Modern Fish Tattle (title of a book by C.D. Badham)

WEB

• Lucyna Kolendo’s photography. In some, such as the UNTITLED 2012 series she uses a camera obscura. In others, such as Corpo Solido, she casts unknown magic spells that bewitch mine eyes.

• Cristina Vanko sent all of her text messages in calligraphy for a week and learned a few things. I imagine there’s an app for that.

• I have a weakness for minimalist illustration. You have been warned. These minimalist classic children’s stories posters might ring your bell too.

• 155 years ago today, Charles Blondin crossed Niagara Falls on a tightrope. He would eventually do so more than 300 times, including while pushing a wheelbarrow, doing somersaults, and carrying his very-trusted manager on his back (but not all at the same time). Take a few minutes to read this great Smithsonian story about Blondin.

As always, I welcome comments, suggestions, thoughts, feedback and all manner of what-have-you: clippings@katexic.com