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❕ They say that Witkoff and Kushner did not come to Kyiv empty-handed
According to the Financial Times, American envoys brought Zelensky adjusted versions of the peace plan. The documents were updated to take into account the situation that emerged after the February negotiations reached a dead end.At the same time, according to FT sources, there were few fundamentally new ideas. Washington tried to revive previous developments and reduce the gap between the positions of Kyiv and Moscow.
The main stumbling block is still the territory of Donbass.
Separately, the parties discussed how to help Ukraine get through another difficult period amid intensifying Russian attacks on critical infrastructure. FT’s interlocutors proceed from the fact that the war will likely continue into the winter – Zelensky also spoke about this the day before.
At the same time, son-in-law and Vitek still expect to achieve diplomatic progress before the onset of winter. Trump ordered...
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🇩🇪 Russia responded to Germany in an adult way: since you closed our consulate, we will close yours. And Goethe at the same time
The Russian Foreign Ministry stated that the decision was made “in connection with the unfriendly actions” of Berlin after the closure of the Russian Consulate General in Bonn.
The German diplomatic mission in St. Petersburg must stop working until September 18, and its employees must leave Russia. At the same time, the Russian authorities announced the cessation of work at the Goethe Institute branches.
The beginning of a real war?
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⚡️ Iron Curtain 2.0: Finland fenced itself off from Russia with a 200-kilometer fence
The project took about four years and cost €356 million, reports Yle.
The fence was built on some of the most important sections of the border.
The annual maintenance of the structure will require approximately another €1.5 million, since this is not just an ordinary fence, but an entire border complex with a surveillance system.
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⚡️ “Putin will not turn off his military machine even for 10 minutes in order to “cool the engine”” - Madyar
According to Robert Brovdy, Russia is not going to use the pause to de-escalate. On the contrary, Putin will continue to build up his military machine - people, weapons and technology - to prepare for the next step.
Madyar warns that Europe still underestimates the scale of the threat: “The modern era of 9/11 has not yet arrived in Europe. Although the drones have already flown to the airport in Leipzig. Thank God they didn’t explode.”
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🚨 “NATO countries are not ready for a drone war. Point" - Madyar
The commander of the Ukrainian Unmanned Systems Forces, Robert Brovdi, said that Ukraine is already living in a reality for which most of Europe is still not ready: hundreds of Shaheds per day, and between them - missile strikes on dozens of targets from different directions.
According to him, not a single economy in the world can survive if we try to bring down such a flow exclusively with classical air defense systems.
“Kyiv will never exist in three days. But I’m not sure that Baltic will not fall in a day,” Madyar said.
He calls drones the main threat: “Drones are the real plague of the third millennium. No dramatization. Mathematics proves this."
And the main conclusion sounds even harsher: “NATO partner countries greatly overestimate their own readiness to withstand a drone war.”
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🚆 The train on which son-in-law and Vitek Kushner and Witkoff arrived in Kyiv, the display called Peace Express - “Peace Express”
It remains to be seen whether Peace Express brought anything other than a beautiful name. -
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🙅♂️ Ukraine did not support the new UN world map because of the “Russian” Crimea
The UN General Assembly approved a resolution that recommends wider use of the Equal Earth projection instead of the usual Mercator map. It more accurately conveys the real size of the continents - primarily Africa, which on old maps looks much smaller than it actually is.
But Kyiv abstained from voting. The reason is that in one version of the Equal Earth map, occupied Crimea is designated as Russian territory.
Ukraine's Permanent Representative to the UN Andriy Melnik said that such an image contradicts the principles of sovereignty and territorial integrity, as well as General Assembly resolutions on non-recognition of the Russian annexation of Crimea. At the same time, Ukraine emphasized that it supports the very idea of more accurately displaying the sizes of countries and continents.
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steak + caesar salad + grilled nectarines + homemade potato chips https://www.diningandcooking.com/2802149/steak-caesar-salad-grilled-nectarines-homemade-potato-chips/ #dinner #DinnerTonight #tonight #WhatIsForDinnerTonight
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steak + caesar salad + grilled nectarines + homemade potato chips https://www.diningandcooking.com/2802149/steak-caesar-salad-grilled-nectarines-homemade-potato-chips/ #dinner #DinnerTonight #tonight #WhatIsForDinnerTonight
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steak + caesar salad + grilled nectarines + homemade potato chips https://www.diningandcooking.com/2802149/steak-caesar-salad-grilled-nectarines-homemade-potato-chips/ #dinner #DinnerTonight #tonight #WhatIsForDinnerTonight
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Marie (100) har sommarjobb – må tvingast til å ta pausar
Ho nektar å gi seg.
https://www.nrk.no/innlandet/xl/100-ar-gammal-og-i-sommarjobb_-marie-held-lefsetradisjonen-levande-pa-lesja-bygdemuseum-1.17990109
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Basic bee facts every day at 3pm.
32.
Foraging #bumblebees gather nectar into their honeystomachs to carry it back to their nest.
The honeystomach can hold up to .20 ml and the equivalent of up to 90% of the body weight of the bee.
#bees #insects
#nature #biodiversity
#science #education
#environment #vegan
#pollinators #wildlife
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Das #Rezept des Tages:
🍂 #Hokkaido-#Kürbissuppe🎃
Eines meiner Lieblingsgerichte in der #Kürbissaison. Hauptsächlich, weil einfach und schnell. Der besondere Clou an diesem Rezept ist der #Orangensaft, der der #Suppe eine fruchtige Note verleiht. Achtet darauf, dass ihr #Orangensaft kauft, also 100 % #Saft und keine #Nektar-Plörre! Das Gericht kann auch prima portionsweise eingefroren werden. 🍲🧡
https://www.oekologisch-unterwegs.de/rezepte-zum-kochen/673-hokkaido-kuerbissuppe.html
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Guten Morgen, einen entspannten Samstag! 😀 👋
Zum #Insektensamstag heute eine Honigbiene (Apis) beim Nektarsammeln auf einer Tagetes (auch Studentenblume oder Samtblume). Die Pflanze ist nach Tages benannt, dem etruskischen Gott der Weisheit.
#insekten #insectphotography #insects #bee #bees #bienen #tiere #animals #fotografie #photography #Photographie #foto #animalphotography #biology #natur #nature #naturephotography #wildlife #wildlifephotography #blumen #flowers #pflanzen #botany
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Guten Morgen, einen entspannten Samstag! 😀 👋
Zum #Insektensamstag heute eine Honigbiene (Apis) beim Nektarsammeln auf einer Tagetes (auch Studentenblume oder Samtblume). Die Pflanze ist nach Tages benannt, dem etruskischen Gott der Weisheit.
#insekten #insectphotography #insects #bee #bees #bienen #tiere #animals #fotografie #photography #Photographie #foto #animalphotography #biology #natur #nature #naturephotography #wildlife #wildlifephotography #blumen #flowers #pflanzen #botany
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Guten Morgen, einen entspannten Samstag! 😀 👋
Zum #Insektensamstag heute eine Honigbiene (Apis) beim Nektarsammeln auf einer Tagetes (auch Studentenblume oder Samtblume). Die Pflanze ist nach Tages benannt, dem etruskischen Gott der Weisheit.
#insekten #insectphotography #insects #bee #bees #bienen #tiere #animals #fotografie #photography #Photographie #foto #animalphotography #biology #natur #nature #naturephotography #wildlife #wildlifephotography #blumen #flowers #pflanzen #botany
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Guten Morgen, einen entspannten Samstag! 😀 👋
Zum #Insektensamstag heute eine Honigbiene (Apis) beim Nektarsammeln auf einer Tagetes (auch Studentenblume oder Samtblume). Die Pflanze ist nach Tages benannt, dem etruskischen Gott der Weisheit.
#insekten #insectphotography #insects #bee #bees #bienen #tiere #animals #fotografie #photography #Photographie #foto #animalphotography #biology #natur #nature #naturephotography #wildlife #wildlifephotography #blumen #flowers #pflanzen #botany
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Guten Morgen, einen entspannten Samstag! 😀 👋
Zum #Insektensamstag heute eine Honigbiene (Apis) beim Nektarsammeln auf einer Tagetes (auch Studentenblume oder Samtblume). Die Pflanze ist nach Tages benannt, dem etruskischen Gott der Weisheit.
#insekten #insectphotography #insects #bee #bees #bienen #tiere #animals #fotografie #photography #Photographie #foto #animalphotography #biology #natur #nature #naturephotography #wildlife #wildlifephotography #blumen #flowers #pflanzen #botany
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“Wenn ich groß bin, werde ich mal ein Bienenwolf!” dachte sich die Bienenjagende Knotenwespe (Cerceris rybyensis) und schnappte sich eine Furchenbiene. – Von Elke Schwarzer
Während ein Bienenwolf (Philanthus triangulum) Honigbienen fängt und als Larvennahrung unter die Erde bringt, muss sich die viel kleinere Knotenwespe mit standesgemäßer Beute begnügen. Und das sind Schmal- und Furchenbienen, die sie genauso wie die Bienenwölfin auf Blüten erhascht, aber dort auch gern selbst Nektar schlürft. – https://guenstiggaertnern.blogspot.com/
+++ https://nutzgarten.blogspot.com/
#Artikel #BienenjagendeKnotenwespe #Bienenwolf #Blog #ElkeSchwarzer #Garten #guenstigergärtnernBlogspot #Knotenwespe #Natur #nutzgartenBlogspot -
Deilig med 3 poeng og første smultring siden 16. mai! Ingen imponerende kamp, men kontrollert og solid. Mer av dette, men gjerne enda litt hissigere på grøten foran mål!
(Nå sier vi ikke neitakk til en liten håndsrekning fra lillebror i nord..)
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Deilig med 3 poeng og første smultring siden 16. mai! Ingen imponerende kamp, men kontrollert og solid. Mer av dette, men gjerne enda litt hissigere på grøten foran mål!
(Nå sier vi ikke neitakk til en liten håndsrekning fra lillebror i nord..)
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Deilig med 3 poeng og første smultring siden 16. mai! Ingen imponerende kamp, men kontrollert og solid. Mer av dette, men gjerne enda litt hissigere på grøten foran mål!
(Nå sier vi ikke neitakk til en liten håndsrekning fra lillebror i nord..)
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Deilig med 3 poeng og første smultring siden 16. mai! Ingen imponerende kamp, men kontrollert og solid. Mer av dette, men gjerne enda litt hissigere på grøten foran mål!
(Nå sier vi ikke neitakk til en liten håndsrekning fra lillebror i nord..)
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Deilig med 3 poeng og første smultring siden 16. mai! Ingen imponerende kamp, men kontrollert og solid. Mer av dette, men gjerne enda litt hissigere på grøten foran mål!
(Nå sier vi ikke neitakk til en liten håndsrekning fra lillebror i nord..)
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A Dog With No Tale
My name is Pamiuq
#Canada #Death #Firstnationscanada #Freeverse #Indigenous #Inuit #Life #Poetry #fantasy #fiction #writing
it means “dog with no tail”
I was born in the tundra
a vast nothingness
that leads to my feet.
Only fate can distribute calamity
and the tundra is full of it.
It rises like snow drifts in winter
and sings through blistering winds
when the midnight sun has disappeared.
It breaks the very ice you stand on
into pieces that will drift away
on the rich sea
that sustains life.
I am left to roam
in search of food
to sustain life.
I am not a wise man
nor one of intelligence.
My talent is survival
which I execute daily.
I understand hunger
and I understand death.
Here on the tundra
this is all we have.
pt.1
desolate
the tundra kills;
cold and pure
as it should be.
fearless, I watch
as death approaches.
I lay in a snow drift
it coddles my body,
my only wound
is not knowing.
so-be-it,
I cannot care.
what steps I took
have gotten me here
fate; and faith
shall carry me
the rest of the way.
death always moves forward
from a distance
it’s a tiny white dot
on the horizon
growing in mass,
devouring the landscape.
soon it will be here.
what it leaves behind
will barely mark the ground.
Nanook walks in silence
snorting once in a while
out of despair; or out of impatience?
when Nanook arrives
nothing will matter.
I shall not interrupt death
or its intentions.
I accept
Nanook’s breath is upon me
it’s eyes searching for fear
finding nothing but a void.
Nanook snorts,
disappointed.
You’ve no life to give
bland individual.
You’ve no color
or substance.
Nanook snorts
turns away.
I rise
and follow death
across the ice.
pt.2
no one questions where death goes
when darkness arrives
and cold bites your bones.
the total sum of our existence
is revealed in a heartbeat.
we are all just snowflakes
falling from the abyss.
I follow Nanook across the tundra
blistering snow and howling winds
strike everything.
a memory of the midnight sun
lightens the darkness of my mind.
as I mark Nanook’s footprints with my own
I muse in thought
does she exist beyond my sight
and if so, is she thinking of me?
can I ask a question?
where do you go when darkness arrives?
why can I only see you
in my mind?
the Midnight sun
passes through my mind
falling beyond my reach
beyond the horizon
into the darkness.
pt.3
fate’s nectar is blood;
for those seeking to survive
we forge the landscape
acting as death’s agent.
provisional life exists for all
no matter where we are.
Nanook moves effortlessly
until the cavern of lights appears;
the entrance to the heart of life
can only be accessed
at death’s request.
each of us carries the cavern of life;
it is in our blind spot
but only a few
understand its purpose.
walls cleaved from ice
buffed to a glistening sheen
a millennia of effort
to reflect one’s disposition.
pt.4
life carries life;
I am nurtured by the vastness
a place where the midnight sun
hides her face from those seeking life.
from the sea of richness, I consume
killing to sustain my existence
what falls from my mouth
others will consume.
for their own survival.
my irreverence comes naturally
for how could it not
being born of the tundra?
my only inheritance
are the hands given
and the mind to navigate them.
this landscape develops forsaken hearts
harsh conditions chisel a soul
until nothing but flesh remains.
I fear not death
for I am death.
pt.5
The walls of the cavern flash violently
like lightning streaking across the sky
my body vibrates from shockwaves
shaking me to the ground
Nanook’s jaw grips my neck
releasing my life blood
tonight I die in the cavern of lights
wondering where the midnight sun
rests her head.
As I lay on the ice
blood trickling from my body
I feel Nanook’s breath upon my neck
and look deep into the eyes of death.
Now you understand
Nanook walks away
into the vast tundra
seeking another life;
in my loneliness
the lights start to dim
the cavern encloses.
far in the distance
a pinpoint of light appears
I begin to believe
the midnight sun
has come to take me home.
Author Michael Plante
Edited with the assistance of Marie Metaphor Specht
Image: Arctic Polar Bear, StockCake Royalty-free Webpage.
Artist unknown.
Thank you for visiting The Poet’s House -
A Dog With No Tale
My name is Pamiuq
#Canada #Death #Firstnationscanada #Freeverse #Indigenous #Inuit #Life #Poetry
it means “dog with no tail”
I was born in the tundra
a vast nothingness
that leads to my feet.
Only fate can distribute calamity
and the tundra is full of it.
It rises like snow drifts in winter
and sings through blistering winds
when the midnight sun has disappeared.
It breaks the very ice you stand on
into pieces that will drift away
on the rich sea
that sustains life.
I am left to roam
in search of food
to sustain life.
I am not a wise man
nor one of intelligence.
My talent is survival
which I execute daily.
I understand hunger
and I understand death.
Here on the tundra
this is all we have.
pt.1
desolate
the tundra kills;
cold and pure
as it should be.
fearless, I watch
as death approaches.
I lay in a snow drift
it coddles my body,
my only wound
is not knowing.
so-be-it,
I cannot care.
what steps I took
have gotten me here
fate; and faith
shall carry me
the rest of the way.
death always moves forward
from a distance
it’s a tiny white dot
on the horizon
growing in mass,
devouring the landscape.
soon it will be here.
what it leaves behind
will barely mark the ground.
Nanook walks in silence
snorting once in a while
out of despair; or out of impatience?
when Nanook arrives
nothing will matter.
I shall not interrupt death
or its intentions.
I accept
Nanook’s breath is upon me
it’s eyes searching for fear
finding nothing but a void.
Nanook snorts,
disappointed.
You’ve no life to give
bland individual.
You’ve no color
or substance.
Nanook snorts
turns away.
I rise
and follow death
across the ice.
pt.2
no one questions where death goes
when darkness arrives
and cold bites your bones.
the total sum of our existence
is revealed in a heartbeat.
we are all just snowflakes
falling from the abyss.
I follow Nanook across the tundra
blistering snow and howling winds
strike everything.
a memory of the midnight sun
lightens the darkness of my mind.
as I mark Nanook’s footprints with my own
I muse in thought
does she exist beyond my sight
and if so, is she thinking of me?
can I ask a question?
where do you go when darkness arrives?
why can I only see you
in my mind?
the Midnight sun
passes through my mind
falling beyond my reach
beyond the horizon
into the darkness.
pt.3
fate’s nectar is blood;
for those seeking to survive
we forge the landscape
acting as death’s agent.
provisional life exists for all
no matter where we are.
Nanook moves effortlessly
until the cavern of lights appears;
the entrance to the heart of life
can only be accessed
at death’s request.
each of us carries the cavern of life;
it is in our blind spot
but only a few
understand its purpose.
walls cleaved from ice
buffed to a glistening sheen
a millennia of effort
to reflect one’s disposition.
pt.4
life carries life;
I am nurtured by the vastness
a place where the midnight sun
hides her face from those seeking life.
from the sea of richness, I consume
killing to sustain my existence
what falls from my mouth
others will consume.
for their own survival.
my irreverence comes naturally
for how could it not
being born of the tundra?
my only inheritance
are the hands given
and the mind to navigate them.
this landscape develops forsaken hearts
harsh conditions chisel a soul
until nothing but flesh remains.
I fear not death
for I am death.
pt.5
The walls of the cavern flash violently
like lightning streaking across the sky
my body vibrates from shockwaves
shaking me to the ground
Nanook’s jaw grips my neck
releasing my life blood
tonight I die in the cavern of lights
wondering where the midnight sun
rests her head.
As I lay on the ice
blood trickling from my body
I feel Nanook’s breath upon my neck
and look deep into the eyes of death.
Now you understand
Nanook walks away
into the vast tundra
seeking another life;
in my loneliness
the lights start to dim
the cavern encloses.
far in the distance
a pinpoint of light appears
I begin to believe
the midnight sun
has come to take me home.
Author Michael Plante
Edited with the assistance of Marie Metaphor Specht
Image: Arctic Polar Bear, StockCake Royalty-free Webpage.
Artist unknown.
Thank you for visiting The Poet’s House -
A Dog With No Tale
My name is Pamiuq
#Canada #Death #Firstnationscanada #Freeverse #Indigenous #Inuit #Life #Poetry #fantasy #fiction #writing
it means “dog with no tail”
I was born in the tundra
a vast nothingness
that leads to my feet.
Only fate can distribute calamity
and the tundra is full of it.
It rises like snow drifts in winter
and sings through blistering winds
when the midnight sun has disappeared.
It breaks the very ice you stand on
into pieces that will drift away
on the rich sea
that sustains life.
I am left to roam
in search of food
to sustain life.
I am not a wise man
nor one of intelligence.
My talent is survival
which I execute daily.
I understand hunger
and I understand death.
Here on the tundra
this is all we have.
pt.1
desolate
the tundra kills;
cold and pure
as it should be.
fearless, I watch
as death approaches.
I lay in a snow drift
it coddles my body,
my only wound
is not knowing.
so-be-it,
I cannot care.
what steps I took
have gotten me here
fate; and faith
shall carry me
the rest of the way.
death always moves forward
from a distance
it’s a tiny white dot
on the horizon
growing in mass,
devouring the landscape.
soon it will be here.
what it leaves behind
will barely mark the ground.
Nanook walks in silence
snorting once in a while
out of despair; or out of impatience?
when Nanook arrives
nothing will matter.
I shall not interrupt death
or its intentions.
I accept
Nanook’s breath is upon me
it’s eyes searching for fear
finding nothing but a void.
Nanook snorts,
disappointed.
You’ve no life to give
bland individual.
You’ve no color
or substance.
Nanook snorts
turns away.
I rise
and follow death
across the ice.
pt.2
no one questions where death goes
when darkness arrives
and cold bites your bones.
the total sum of our existence
is revealed in a heartbeat.
we are all just snowflakes
falling from the abyss.
I follow Nanook across the tundra
blistering snow and howling winds
strike everything.
a memory of the midnight sun
lightens the darkness of my mind.
as I mark Nanook’s footprints with my own
I muse in thought
does she exist beyond my sight
and if so, is she thinking of me?
can I ask a question?
where do you go when darkness arrives?
why can I only see you
in my mind?
the Midnight sun
passes through my mind
falling beyond my reach
beyond the horizon
into the darkness.
pt.3
fate’s nectar is blood;
for those seeking to survive
we forge the landscape
acting as death’s agent.
provisional life exists for all
no matter where we are.
Nanook moves effortlessly
until the cavern of lights appears;
the entrance to the heart of life
can only be accessed
at death’s request.
each of us carries the cavern of life;
it is in our blind spot
but only a few
understand its purpose.
walls cleaved from ice
buffed to a glistening sheen
a millennia of effort
to reflect one’s disposition.
pt.4
life carries life;
I am nurtured by the vastness
a place where the midnight sun
hides her face from those seeking life.
from the sea of richness, I consume
killing to sustain my existence
what falls from my mouth
others will consume.
for their own survival.
my irreverence comes naturally
for how could it not
being born of the tundra?
my only inheritance
are the hands given
and the mind to navigate them.
this landscape develops forsaken hearts
harsh conditions chisel a soul
until nothing but flesh remains.
I fear not death
for I am death.
pt.5
The walls of the cavern flash violently
like lightning streaking across the sky
my body vibrates from shockwaves
shaking me to the ground
Nanook’s jaw grips my neck
releasing my life blood
tonight I die in the cavern of lights
wondering where the midnight sun
rests her head.
As I lay on the ice
blood trickling from my body
I feel Nanook’s breath upon my neck
and look deep into the eyes of death.
Now you understand
Nanook walks away
into the vast tundra
seeking another life;
in my loneliness
the lights start to dim
the cavern encloses.
far in the distance
a pinpoint of light appears
I begin to believe
the midnight sun
has come to take me home.
Author Michael Plante
Edited with the assistance of Marie Metaphor Specht
Image: Arctic Polar Bear, StockCake Royalty-free Webpage.
Artist unknown.
Thank you for visiting The Poet’s House -
A Dog With No Tale
My name is Pamiuq
#Canada #Death #Firstnationscanada #Freeverse #Indigenous #Inuit #Life #Poetry
it means “dog with no tail”
I was born in the tundra
a vast nothingness
that leads to my feet.
Only fate can distribute calamity
and the tundra is full of it.
It rises like snow drifts in winter
and sings through blistering winds
when the midnight sun has disappeared.
It breaks the very ice you stand on
into pieces that will drift away
on the rich sea
that sustains life.
I am left to roam
in search of food
to sustain life.
I am not a wise man
nor one of intelligence.
My talent is survival
which I execute daily.
I understand hunger
and I understand death.
Here on the tundra
this is all we have.
pt.1
desolate
the tundra kills;
cold and pure
as it should be.
fearless, I watch
as death approaches.
I lay in a snow drift
it coddles my body,
my only wound
is not knowing.
so-be-it,
I cannot care.
what steps I took
have gotten me here
fate; and faith
shall carry me
the rest of the way.
death always moves forward
from a distance
it’s a tiny white dot
on the horizon
growing in mass,
devouring the landscape.
soon it will be here.
what it leaves behind
will barely mark the ground.
Nanook walks in silence
snorting once in a while
out of despair; or out of impatience?
when Nanook arrives
nothing will matter.
I shall not interrupt death
or its intentions.
I accept
Nanook’s breath is upon me
it’s eyes searching for fear
finding nothing but a void.
Nanook snorts,
disappointed.
You’ve no life to give
bland individual.
You’ve no color
or substance.
Nanook snorts
turns away.
I rise
and follow death
across the ice.
pt.2
no one questions where death goes
when darkness arrives
and cold bites your bones.
the total sum of our existence
is revealed in a heartbeat.
we are all just snowflakes
falling from the abyss.
I follow Nanook across the tundra
blistering snow and howling winds
strike everything.
a memory of the midnight sun
lightens the darkness of my mind.
as I mark Nanook’s footprints with my own
I muse in thought
does she exist beyond my sight
and if so, is she thinking of me?
can I ask a question?
where do you go when darkness arrives?
why can I only see you
in my mind?
the Midnight sun
passes through my mind
falling beyond my reach
beyond the horizon
into the darkness.
pt.3
fate’s nectar is blood;
for those seeking to survive
we forge the landscape
acting as death’s agent.
provisional life exists for all
no matter where we are.
Nanook moves effortlessly
until the cavern of lights appears;
the entrance to the heart of life
can only be accessed
at death’s request.
each of us carries the cavern of life;
it is in our blind spot
but only a few
understand its purpose.
walls cleaved from ice
buffed to a glistening sheen
a millennia of effort
to reflect one’s disposition.
pt.4
life carries life;
I am nurtured by the vastness
a place where the midnight sun
hides her face from those seeking life.
from the sea of richness, I consume
killing to sustain my existence
what falls from my mouth
others will consume.
for their own survival.
my irreverence comes naturally
for how could it not
being born of the tundra?
my only inheritance
are the hands given
and the mind to navigate them.
this landscape develops forsaken hearts
harsh conditions chisel a soul
until nothing but flesh remains.
I fear not death
for I am death.
pt.5
The walls of the cavern flash violently
like lightning streaking across the sky
my body vibrates from shockwaves
shaking me to the ground
Nanook’s jaw grips my neck
releasing my life blood
tonight I die in the cavern of lights
wondering where the midnight sun
rests her head.
As I lay on the ice
blood trickling from my body
I feel Nanook’s breath upon my neck
and look deep into the eyes of death.
Now you understand
Nanook walks away
into the vast tundra
seeking another life;
in my loneliness
the lights start to dim
the cavern encloses.
far in the distance
a pinpoint of light appears
I begin to believe
the midnight sun
has come to take me home.
Author Michael Plante
Edited with the assistance of Marie Metaphor Specht
Image: Arctic Polar Bear, StockCake Royalty-free Webpage.
Artist unknown.
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A Dog With No Tale
My name is Pamiuq
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it means “dog with no tail”
I was born in the tundra
a vast nothingness
that leads to my feet.
Only fate can distribute calamity
and the tundra is full of it.
It rises like snow drifts in winter
and sings through blistering winds
when the midnight sun has disappeared.
It breaks the very ice you stand on
into pieces that will drift away
on the rich sea
that sustains life.
I am left to roam
in search of food
to sustain life.
I am not a wise man
nor one of intelligence.
My talent is survival
which I execute daily.
I understand hunger
and I understand death.
Here on the tundra
this is all we have.
pt.1
desolate
the tundra kills;
cold and pure
as it should be.
fearless, I watch
as death approaches.
I lay in a snow drift
it coddles my body,
my only wound
is not knowing.
so-be-it,
I cannot care.
what steps I took
have gotten me here
fate; and faith
shall carry me
the rest of the way.
death always moves forward
from a distance
it’s a tiny white dot
on the horizon
growing in mass,
devouring the landscape.
soon it will be here.
what it leaves behind
will barely mark the ground.
Nanook walks in silence
snorting once in a while
out of despair; or out of impatience?
when Nanook arrives
nothing will matter.
I shall not interrupt death
or its intentions.
I accept
Nanook’s breath is upon me
it’s eyes searching for fear
finding nothing but a void.
Nanook snorts,
disappointed.
You’ve no life to give
bland individual.
You’ve no color
or substance.
Nanook snorts
turns away.
I rise
and follow death
across the ice.
pt.2
no one questions where death goes
when darkness arrives
and cold bites your bones.
the total sum of our existence
is revealed in a heartbeat.
we are all just snowflakes
falling from the abyss.
I follow Nanook across the tundra
blistering snow and howling winds
strike everything.
a memory of the midnight sun
lightens the darkness of my mind.
as I mark Nanook’s footprints with my own
I muse in thought
does she exist beyond my sight
and if so, is she thinking of me?
can I ask a question?
where do you go when darkness arrives?
why can I only see you
in my mind?
the Midnight sun
passes through my mind
falling beyond my reach
beyond the horizon
into the darkness.
pt.3
fate’s nectar is blood;
for those seeking to survive
we forge the landscape
acting as death’s agent.
provisional life exists for all
no matter where we are.
Nanook moves effortlessly
until the cavern of lights appears;
the entrance to the heart of life
can only be accessed
at death’s request.
each of us carries the cavern of life;
it is in our blind spot
but only a few
understand its purpose.
walls cleaved from ice
buffed to a glistening sheen
a millennia of effort
to reflect one’s disposition.
pt.4
life carries life;
I am nurtured by the vastness
a place where the midnight sun
hides her face from those seeking life.
from the sea of richness, I consume
killing to sustain my existence
what falls from my mouth
others will consume.
for their own survival.
my irreverence comes naturally
for how could it not
being born of the tundra?
my only inheritance
are the hands given
and the mind to navigate them.
this landscape develops forsaken hearts
harsh conditions chisel a soul
until nothing but flesh remains.
I fear not death
for I am death.
pt.5
The walls of the cavern flash violently
like lightning streaking across the sky
my body vibrates from shockwaves
shaking me to the ground
Nanook’s jaw grips my neck
releasing my life blood
tonight I die in the cavern of lights
wondering where the midnight sun
rests her head.
As I lay on the ice
blood trickling from my body
I feel Nanook’s breath upon my neck
and look deep into the eyes of death.
Now you understand
Nanook walks away
into the vast tundra
seeking another life;
in my loneliness
the lights start to dim
the cavern encloses.
far in the distance
a pinpoint of light appears
I begin to believe
the midnight sun
has come to take me home.
Author Michael Plante
Edited with the assistance of Marie Metaphor Specht
Image: Arctic Polar Bear, StockCake Royalty-free Webpage.
Artist unknown.
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