last night, a man of stone came crashing down encountering a oiseau exotique; a brightened tone, a slathering of just as much as could sustain, and light, and peak abeyance and obeisance and alight; the marble cold, the pillows warm and soft, a nuisance sent to crawl upon the earth that feels the upward draft, and soars aloft then pulled into the happening of times; the messenger that must it's few words give before the flock descends in wild race and bids him rest apace, corroborative the oiseau exotique that gliding turned above alcazar fallen, empty, burned
This is dense. Why the French? Either way, I like it.
Thank you. And good question.
The idea of this (ongoing) series was to talk about various aspects of my wife using mythological birds; the Firebird (Russian); the Swan of Tuonela (Finnish) and then … and then… the idea foundered. I have a few more birds in mind, but for the idea I wanted to convey here, I couldn’t find the right one.
So — I fell back on the title a piece of piano music by Maurice Ravel entitled “Oiseaux tristes” (sad birds). When the idea is exoticism, using French seems to automatically (in English) add an exotic element. Hence “Oiseau exotique”.
At least that was the idea.