Beyond the Pale
Tom,beautiful, "light/ flickering/ against distance" w/ Seurat and Pigeon Point AND The Astronomer following/preceding, some other point & light coincidentally here. . . .5.22blinding silver circle of sun in pale bluesky above ridge, shadowed green of leavesin foreground, sound of waves in channel seems to translate position, element of the picture to place in brightness, i.e. visible stand in lightlight grey clouds reflected in channel,line of pelicans flapping toward point
Steve,It sounds as though you were (of course) in the water this morning. Shiver my timbers. Incredibly cold biting north wind last night, before dawn the temp. reading thirty-nine degrees. You deserve some sort of medal.Probably the pelicans don't even feel it?
I was deeply moved by these lines. They made me think about Willy's famous: "(Love)... is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken".True love undoubtedly is.
thanks for this one tom- i hope you like my riff it inspired. love inhabits me the ghosted peals of bells that have rungyesterday and againtomorrow they will ringthat i might recognizethat silence between usas the living for each breathtogether that is our fire
Many thanks Lucy and Zev (and Willy).Naturally one would like to think one's ability to be fair and good were constant, ever-fixed on the mark, unshaken.But in reality...That silent rekindling image, Zev, puts me in mind of Milton's glowering angels, who refused to give up their passion even though they were permanently confined in Hell for it.(Milton says they were "reluctant", which of course in Latin means "sparking up again".)
Tom,Thanks for the thought but no, hadn't gone yet, those last two lines always something 'witnessed' when I was out there the day before (duly noted in notebook when I get back in, 'appearing' in poem the next day. . . . And it was yesterday that I sawthese white clouds, 4 cormorants. . . . Be that as it may, the water is mighty cold these days (shiver ME timbers). . . .5.23first grey light in sky above black planeof ridge, silver of planet beside branchin foreground, sound of wave in channel is description of phenomenon, thought which is thing become internal, in addition to “effect,” somethingwhite clouds in pale blue sky above point,4 cormorants flapping across toward ridge
extinguishedin timewas beautiful. extinguishedin time
Steve,Thanks. I had been wondering about your "method" every morning for about the past nine (?) months; now I know more; this helps. Aditya,That's always happening, every moment, isn't it?
Yes Tom. A case of time extinguished punctuated eternities.
quiet spaceI feel that, Tom. Maybe it's not so bad, quiet space. Too bad nobody ever comes back to tell us. I bet it tastes like pennies.
Otto,Yes, like pennies definitely (said he speculatively), and at that at least it would be tax-free.To be honest (that is, obvious) the "quiet space" bit is more a matter of wishful thinking and "dream on" than of experience banked and accomplished. But I guess the bank would not accept one's pennies anyway.
Thank you, Tom; there's nothing else to say.
Appreciate that very much, Billy.
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