Crow (via our dear overlords at Google):
- crow1
krō/
noun
noun: crow; plural noun: crows; noun: American crow; plural noun: American crows; noun: the Crow- 1. a large perching bird with mostly glossy black plumage, a heavy bill, and a raucous voice.
2. derogatory a woman, especially an old or ugly one.3. the constellation Corvus.
- 1. a large perching bird with mostly glossy black plumage, a heavy bill, and a raucous voice.
- crow2
krō/
verb
verb: crow; 3rd person present: crows; past tense: crowed; past participle: crowed; past tense: crew; past participle: crew; gerund or present participle: crowing- 1. (of a cock) utter its characteristic loud cry.
synonyms: cry, squawk, screech, caw, call “a cock crowed”-
(of a person) make a sound expressing a feeling of happiness or triumph.“Ruby crowed with delight”
synonyms: boast, brag, trumpet, swagger, swank, gloat, show off, preen oneself, sing one’s own praises; More informaltalk big, bloviate, blow one’s own horn“crowing about your success” -
say something in a tone of gloating satisfaction.“avoid crowing about your success”
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- 1. (of a cock) utter its characteristic loud cry.
- noun
noun: crow; plural noun: crows- 1. the cry of a cock.
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a sound made by a person expressing triumph or happiness.“she gave a little crow of triumph”
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- 1. the cry of a cock.
- Crow
krō/
noun
noun: Crow; plural noun: Crow; plural noun: Crows- 1. a member of an American Indian people inhabiting eastern Montana.
2. the Siouan language of the Crow.
- 1. a member of an American Indian people inhabiting eastern Montana.
adjective
- adjective: Crow
- 1. relating to the Crow or their language.
feat (also via the good lord Google):
- noun
noun: feat; plural noun: feats- an achievement that requires great courage, skill, or strength.
“the new printing presses were considerable feats of engineering”
synonyms: achievement, accomplishment, attainment, coup, triumph; More undertaking, enterprise, venture, operation, exercise, endeavor, effort, performance, exploit“his gaining access to the imperial palace was no small feat”
- an achievement that requires great courage, skill, or strength.
In popular culture:
Crows’ Feat: A 1962 Warner Brothers animated short from the Merry Melodies series, made famous by the exploits of iconic characters such as Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Foghorn Leghorn, et al.
The plot revolves around two crows of Mexican decent, Manuel & José, migrants from Chihuahua, who decide to alight in a cornfield for a brief meal during a trip to Guadalajara. For some reason unbeknownst to the casual viewer or geography buffs, the two crows find themselves in the field of Elmer Fudd, one of Bugs Bunny’s fabled rivals, presumably somewhere in the United States (unless Fudd’s got a side hussle south of the border).
Blatant racist caricatures and gratuitous violence aside, the cartoon presents (perhaps unwittingly) an interesting contrast of aesthetics: Manuel & José, who despite the negative stereotypes, generally seem well-natured and at ease, jolly foreigners in a strange land. They laugh and they loaf, they fight and forgive each other’s flaws and foibles (after some brief form of physical violence is meted out).
The crows seem immune from Fudd’s silent, gun-toting rage, despite his repeated attempts to kill them. Despite his repeated deadly subterfuge, the crows display nothing but a mocking disdain for the violent farmer. Their decision to move on from Fudd’s field is one of convenience — why stay where one’s not wanted? The cartoon ends with the two birds lounging upon a rocket named Explorer VII, dreaming of the things they will do when they arrive where they are going. Unconcerned with te particulars of how they get there.
Opposing viewpoints of human pathology, philosophy, anthropology….and presumably many other -ologies:
- Fudd, rooted to his land, distrustful of outsiders, jealously guarding his little speck of dirt with hatred and fear. Thoreau’s proverbial man of “quiet desperation.” Fudd does not even have a voice; his gun speaks for him, with the only word it knows.
- The crows, uninterested in boundaries, taking the paths that afford them the most leisure time. They laugh and sing. They are immune from Fudd’s provincial and deeply existential fear of losing what defines a creature of the earth.
Despite the WB creative team’s efforts to impress unimaginative racist stereotypes on impressionable children, what was once an appeal to the negative persona of the “lazy Mexican” seems in retrospect to echo Jack Kerouac’s summation in On The Road, when Sal Paradise spends the day drunk with his lover Terry’s brother, Rickey, who seems to also appreciate the intangible flow of events inherent in a day.
After being cast out by his wife, Big Rosey (much like the crows from Fudd’s field), Rickey offers a simple summation of his intended destination:
“Nowhere, man. I’m supposed to live with Big Rosey but she threw me out last night. I’m gonna get my truck and sleep in it tonight.”
Rickey’s truck and his Nowhere; Manuel & Josés’ Guadalajara — Kerouac’s Paradise and Terry contemplate the symbolism of the ideal with no form, in the midst of the idyllic moment they find themselves in, through the pure chaos of happenstance.
Guitars tinkled. Terry and I gazed at the stars together and kissed. “Manana” she said. “Everything’ll be all right tomorrow, don’t you think, Sal-honey, man?”
“Sure, baby, manana.” It was always manana. For the next week that was all I heard – manana, a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.
mənˈyänə/
- adverb
adverb: mañana
- in the indefinite future (used to indicate procrastination).
“the exhibition will be ready mañana”
Spanish, literally ‘tomorrow.’
Trippers and askers surround me,People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward
and city I live in, or the nation,The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and
new,My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues,The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love,The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill-doing or loss or
lack of money, or depressions or exaltations,Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news,
the fitful events;These come to me days and nights and go from me again,But they are not the Me myself.Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am,Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary,Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain
rest,Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next,Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with
linguists and contenders,I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.W.W.
Crow's Feat 