Drifting, drifting...that's the way it looks on the edges of our civilisation. A drifting, a searching, beyond all the known grounds for an other ground.
from Travels in the Drifting Dawn by Kenneth White
As he travels through the great human desert, this man, this lonely figure endowed with active imagination, has, you may be sure, a higher aim, a more general aim, than that of a mere strolling reporter.
Baudelaire
tutto, in natura, ha una essenza lirica, un destino tragico, una esistenza comica.
santayana
the floating elvis had heard the words the floating elvis had looked out for so long it was time to see the world he was not alone
8 comments:
lovely - I really like the silence drenching.
really like 'bathed', love the first verse of it with wonderful words like verdigris and kaolin
thank you both. there was supposed ot be a sea poem to coplete a kind of water tryptych but it didn't make the deadline
ophelia, ophelia!!! how could i resist that, especially between verdigris and kaolin :-)
i couldn;t resist a bit of self indulgence!
Just because it didn't make the deadline doesn't mean you shouldn't finish it. Lovely fluidity in these
handily enough the sea poem fitted for this week so it's the next one
Missed it. Bollix!
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