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I start by asserting that the fundamental sources of true wealth are in the earth and the sea. Some people create new wealth by transforming the lives and minerals grown in and extracted from these two sources into useful things … Continue reading ... mehr auf pavellas.wordpress.com
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space When a whale dies in the deepest of seas her fall is the song that angels us all. No longer buoyant with air from above, her bulk is down- ballast for great depths. Falling slow—weeks, sometimes months— sharks and crabs … Continue reading ͛... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
space The song enters gently, almost painfully so: Bill Evans on piano washing in the night’s minor chords toward a shore with no resolution, blue rollers composed of the lightest, most fragile notes, hesitant as all who stand at … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
Legend says St. Oran travelled three days and nights through Infrann, the icy Celtic underworld, searching for the exiled sea god Manannan. Yet on each island Oran found the same note: “Not Here.” Today’s arrival at the next cold shore finds … Continue reading ... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
space I’m learning to write the way I always yearned to play piano. Not the upright in the family parlor that I banged on trying to read sheet music for a year. Nor the spinet in a college rehearsal room when … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
Den Stein weit ausgeworfen ins Brack. Das Zwiegespräch gekettet an Düne und Düne. Die Wellenhand der See reicht uns keine […]... mehr auf medusasmile.wordpress.com
space The dream fish nudges the rushes of my sleep and breaks a silver bubble in my mind. Spends the rest of the night beholden to a depth so marrying I leave all breath behind. But then the wake fish nudges … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
You’re still on that island, I know, your t-shirt still sweaty from your last bright springtime run, your eyes still blue as the sky which no longer oceanned you. You are that sunny rock because Salem by the time … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
space Yes, this work reflects Your ocean in pocket fjords of blue — yet more than ghosting mirrors, You sail each toward the next. Your smile is the roller which falls on every next white shore. The poems proceed from … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
Tonight, thank Heaven, Your hand is close,even heavy on my brow. Has it been that long?Like a mineshaft is History, deep and cold; all our past lives labor somewhere in it, hearingthrough the wall the voices of distant singersfrom … Continue reading ... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
space She came up from the sea of night to teach me her wet druidry. “Here is Womb,” she rasped through a larynx of gale, pointing to the sea inside her scales. “The water of birth and firstness, blue glitters … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
When I caught the third wave it was big and breaking fast; leaping out I hardly got ahead of it when water curled round tall and sheer, crashing over me in a tumult of roaring foam. Hit too late the wave hurled past, … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
ac “Shamanic initiation proper includes not only an ecstatic experience but … a course in theoretical and practical instruction too complicated to be within the grasp of a neurotic. Whether they still are or are not subject to real … Continue reading ... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com