This video contains poultry errors (not paltry)…
Sometimes further research reveals contradictions to previous research, and revision becomes necessary. This happened to a poem I considered complete and celebrated with a video. Some of the poem’s assumptions were flawed.
I had a longstanding false impression that if an egg-yolk has a blood, the egg was fertilized. This is not necessarily so. The original ODE TO A GOOD EGG also assumed that egg-candling can be done to separate eggs to be hatched from those to be sold to be eaten as eggs. It seems this determination is made ahead of time. Eggs to be hatched are incubated for a few days then candled to check that the embryo is developing properly. Eggs to be sold as grocery eggs are candled for grading.
In light of all this, I have revised the poem.
ODE TO A GOOD EGG
You’ve never been outside
the shell of yourself.
A dim glint of candle flame
was dawn for you, and dusk.
If a rooster had been given his way
to produce a certain murkiness within,
you could have been warmed to life
and pecked through this shell of yourself.
Alas, this is to be
your cold cold home
neighbored by eleven brethren,
But the good news is
there may still be
a sunny side to your future.
– Mike Cohen (2017 poem revised 2020)
I don’t now if the poem is improved poetically. But it is more accurate, albeit not impeccable.
This virtual stuff will have to do for now, but…
Back when, if you died on stage, you did it before a live audience.
A mysterious beauty, the poem…
Suspicious, curious, fascinated,
we do what we must
to understand. But
analysis of beauty is not beautiful
There is scraping, cutting, and digging.
When whole, it is too hard to grasp.
The urge to take it to hand is too strong to resist.
We must insist. Must scrape, cut, dig
to make it comprehensible.
When at last we’ve seen enough
to satisfy our suspicion and curiosity,
we understand how grand a thing it was intact,
how terrible a thing we’ve done: The autopsy.
Sorry. We should at least have waited
until after it was dead.
Two factors determine what constitutes a lifetime supply of anything:
1. how much you’ve got
2. how long you’ve got to live
Of course there are no other things that are not part of the universe. So there is not “the universe and other things”; there’s the universe and that’s it. There’s nothing else to talk about. Anything we discuss is part of the universe, and a very small part at that. For instance, the solar eclipse…
The solar eclipse looks like a big deal from here. But universally speaking, it’s not a notable event. There are stars forming, solar systems developing, galaxies exploding onto and off the scene. Our solar eclipse is a tiny footnote in the intergalactic news of the day. So as the moon comes moseying in front of the sun, try to keep things in perspective.