We're linking tongues and moving on

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Most of today does not bear repeating, but in the afternoon my mother and I went to the Museum of Science and looked at the frogs: they were still beautiful. The dart-poison frogs, which look like metallic glazes. The waxy monkey frog, sitting up on its branch with delicate, unsticky fingers and opposable thumbs. Bullfrog tadpoles, fire-bellied toads; even a clawed Xenopus, whose name I learned almost twenty-five years ago from a children's abecedary, As I Was Crossing Boston Common. The Brazilian milk frog is the one that I love. Its skin is like celadon, softly watered with black; it crouches with only its throat flickering and its eyes are wide rims of gold. There are three or four of them near the beginning of the exhibit, the first frogs the visitor sees after the initial materials. I can imagine them in clay and faience. They look like things recovered from the ancient world.

On a channel that unfortunately cut for commercials, I caught the last third of The Magnificent Seven (1960) earlier tonight. I need to rewatch it and Seven Samurai (1954); I saw them both at the same time, probably not later than my first year of high school.

The Pliny moment yesterday was the Great Meadows of Arlington and Lexington, burning. Being wetlands, they should regrow soon. I still think conservation land should not be catching on fire. I imagine someone was smoking, and I wonder if I can invoke contrapasso against them.

There are not enough good stories with shape-changing and frogs.

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and round they went, and round, although

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Weird. I wrote a story with poison-dart frogs and shape-changing in it a few weeks ago (alas, not really a good one--more silly than good).

And I know the abecedary you're referring to with Xenopus. I LOVE it. That's also where I learned Trogon and Yaguarundi.

sweet and slow, a circular tow,
round as the moon that leaned to blow
its beams upon Boston Common.

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I wrote a story with poison-dart frogs and shape-changing in it a few weeks ago (alas, not really a good one--more silly than good).

Rewrite?

sweet and slow, a circular tow,
round as the moon that leaned to blow
its beams upon Boston Common.

Yes! Angwantibo. Galliwasp. Sassaby. The names are like an incantation.

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I loved in the book how day gradually subsides into dusk and dark in the illustrations.

And it was so much fun to read out loud.

As for the story, I think it just is what it is--kind of a piece of fluff? But it would be a fun thing to write a different, wilder story about poison dart frogs--they are so beautiful. When I was writing the fluff story, I googled lots of images of them. And I learned a few words in Embera (tribe that hunts with arrows and darts using that venom).

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And it was so much fun to read out loud.

I love that it included pronunciations at the back.

But it would be a fun thing to write a different, wilder story about poison dart frogs--they are so beautiful.

Then may I request it of you?

And I learned a few words in Embera (tribe that hunts with arrows and darts using that venom).

That's great. I don't know any.

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may I request it of you?

One day! My head is totally taken up with one particular story right now...

But maybe a poem? Though--to state the obvious--a poem is not a story, and stories and poems are not interchangeable experiences...

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But maybe a poem? Though--to state the obvious--a poem is not a story, and stories and poems are not interchangeable experiences...

This is true. Nonetheless, I will accept a poem.