I agree, there's a potent sense of myth or folk tale here, with the old country sailor and the mermaid that animates from his tattoo. Some startling imagery too - 'a blue scrabble of worship', 'the bright red land of her tongue' - and a crushing sense of desolation and solitude. Very effective indeed.
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
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Aha! Another taker for the essence vessels option.
Reminded me of the world I discovered reading Yeats' Fairy and Folk Tales of Ireland.
Lovely take on the theme, and the final stanza is an absolute beauty.
I like the 'chrome-finned' very much as well.
i wish i'd had time to get into the other one but what can you do?
I agree, there's a potent sense of myth or folk tale here, with the old country sailor and the mermaid that animates from his tattoo. Some startling imagery too - 'a blue scrabble of worship', 'the bright red land of her tongue' - and a crushing sense of desolation and solitude. Very effective indeed.
mutual deserts, mistranslated
Good observation of life in general!
i adore this one - her description is magnificent!
Panoramic, magnificent, epic!
lots of nice lines and imagery, I like the shattered geography and the mutual deserts, mistranslated.
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