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
4 comments:
Plethora! Have to come back when brain's working.
thought it was about time i got some activity going in here
ah, the boat! :-)
and another self of the water brother, it would seem...
it is an archetypical image for you.
i think i love this part most:
and what grieving brass
he has is long greened.
his oars warp at idle, paint
flakes through the sun of days
all leaking buckets and wreck.
(and 'no vessel of vain salvage' is simply magnificent)
even a sctattering of punctuation!
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