In his poem "13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" Wallace Stevens employs images of the bird in ways sly and resonant.

(Abrupt transition, I'm afraid). In her recent media review in C-Ville Weekly , Kathryn E. Goodson commented on the range of responses posted to cvillenews.com about the new Giant supermarket on Pantops.

She observed that there are postings dealing profoundly with deep issues, and silly, childish postings as well.

Helpful as always, here then is a set of Loper Website observations on the very same subject.

Among many sluggish checkouts,
The only moving thing
Is the eye of the scanner

I was of three minds,
Like a town
In which there are three Lions

Drivers swirl at Pantops,
Giant a small part of the options.

A man and a woman are one.
A man and a woman at Giant
Are one.

I do not know which to prefer
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes.
Having many supermarket options
Or none.

Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass
The shadows crossed it, to and fro
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause

O thin men of Albemarle
Why do you imagine smart boutiques?
Do you not see your women
Also find satisfaction
At Giant?

I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That Giant is involved in what I know

When I have Giant in sight,
It marks the edge
Of one of many circles.

At the sight of development
Continuing with a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

He rode over Pantops
In a formidable SUV.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For a lesser vehicle.

The river is moving.
Giant must be stocked.

It was evening all afternoon
It was raining and would continue to rain
The G is a beacon.

(Text and Photos by Dave Sagarin, June 19, 2002)