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Xander Vitolic-Bernstein
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Screenwriter (Save The Cat! winner), philosopher (the armchair kind), former neuroscientist #UCLA. Also, writer of podcasts for #PAVEStudios, co-President of #JHRTS, and climate lobbyist with #CCL. Tolerated husband and acceptable pet owner. Life is good!
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xandervb.bsky.social
Thank you! And thank you for writing such beautiful poetry 😊
October 15, 2025 at 4:43 PM
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And here's the text version of 'Birdsong', from my forthcoming collection This Joyful Interlude 🪶

#poem #poems #poetry #writing #books

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Birdsong (full poem) In moment of weakness, left prone to its lies, you merge with the darkness, assuming disguise, feel nothing unbroken, magnificence feigned, belligerent truth in the cruelties of rain, the dove's intimations, the nightingale's scorn when just beyond vision, your last muse is born. They come soaked in shyness through reticence, fear, bereft of direction, prechosen to steer, contentious...confusing... supposing...perhaps... (it's hard in the desert to turn on the taps). Two minds twist and tango with flitter and fray; soft background of birdsong cheeps 'Courage now, stay, fresh cogs and new levers spite cleaver, spurn claw, cruel storm oft-encountered shall bluster no more. Volcanoes and tremors of confidence killed, when shared with the right one denuded, bestilled. A risk must be taken, this safety zone fled; we can't sing forever alone in your head.' Birdsong (full poem) In moment of weakness, left prone to its lies, you merge with the darkness, assuming disguise, feel nothing unbroken, magnificence feigned, belligerent truth in the cruelties of rain, the dove's intimations, the nightingale's scorn when just beyond vision, your last muse is born. They come soaked in shyness through reticence, fear, bereft of direction, prechosen to steer, contentious...confusing... supposing...perhaps... (it's hard in the desert to turn on the taps). Two minds twist and tango with flitter and fray; soft background of birdsong cheeps 'Courage now, stay, fresh cogs and new levers spite cleaver, spurn claw, cruel storm oft-encountered shall bluster no more. Volcanoes and tremors of confidence killed, when shared with the right one denuded, bestilled. A risk must be taken, this safety zone fled; we can't sing forever alone in your head.' Birdsong (full poem) In moment of weakness, left prone to its lies, you merge with the darkness, assuming disguise, feel nothing unbroken, magnificence feigned, belligerent truth in the cruelties of rain, the dove's intimations, the nightingale's scorn when just beyond vision, your last muse is born. They come soaked in shyness through reticence, fear, bereft of direction, prechosen to steer, contentious...confusing... supposing...perhaps... (it's hard in the desert to turn on the taps). Two minds twist and tango with flitter and fray; soft background of birdsong cheeps 'Courage now, stay, fresh cogs and new levers spite cleaver, spurn claw, cruel storm oft-encountered shall bluster no more. Volcanoes and tremors of confidence killed, when shared with the right one denuded, bestilled. A risk must be taken, this safety zone fled; we can't sing forever alone in your head.'
October 8, 2025 at 10:42 AM
xandervb.bsky.social
Nature has so much intelligence. My dad recently discovered a niche of stem cells in the eye that communicate with neurons. The neurons ask for what they need, and the stem cells give it. Just mind-blowing…
April 30, 2025 at 4:21 PM
xandervb.bsky.social
So damn cool.
April 28, 2025 at 8:24 PM
xandervb.bsky.social
I love it when a plan comes together…

But seriously, feel better dude!
April 4, 2025 at 6:09 PM
xandervb.bsky.social
That feels accurate.
March 6, 2025 at 3:31 AM