we are all islands....I know of many places studying the encyclopedias .as a youth..national geopraphic and the big map books in high school...lunch I hid out in the study portion...then
social anxiety...did not fit in...did not fight...of course now all thats changed...ha..and anyway
the ladies would come searching to see what they could find too...I remember them...
mermaids to lead you from the tower of thoughts...into the sun......I like that I leave the poetry
open....the sea we have is the night...our lakes are sea like....we at least get a moons reflection
sunset...But I have been to the seas proper...East and West.....the ocean was the surf of sky
overhead...the clouds like continents....waves..sea foam....not hard to imagine the ancients
fearing the sky thinking it the realm of gods and monsters.....I did read some classic lit after
high school....not nearly enough....I like your qoute of thomas Hardy...No I dont use commas or punctuation and capitals are hard....my keyboard function got altered.....I could leave a space where i want the thought to rest but it looks funny without the dot dot dot....I shall look up this island you speak about though....I originally was looking for latin and found the made up language
and an optics company uses the name....the language creation was by a polish man in the late eighteen hundreds.....how fortuitous those times must have seen....and harsh and cruel...been...but to look at the night sky is like a shoreline......the great vastness.....

thank U!

with chris that this has something to do with the origin of voyage sea and Queiros
my mind is rattled at the best of times....send information in here and nothing comes
out there..punch in a title for a poem which usually my titles make no sense and
then arrives a poem tied to title in all ways except fluent meaning....
I have a theory that the primitive mind is not stationary but expands in its synapses
the quest and anti questi archtype hero being the quest itself..and not bareto's
appearance to be anything but an officers wife..the the mood had turned...

which is a similar feeling I had or have at times...
I think your right about this! and I wrote this! just goes too show you
that artists are perceptive and recognize patterns...which if I may reflect
means workshop and critique is a reflecting...to the framework of what
and where the poems signal or intent theme etc may be going....
its purpose..

and like mine lately and me
the slow collapse of sorts...

way late..much busy morrow
much going on....

thank U
Mr Esker~

my latest contact tells me quiet..gentle
I must say I can do this...
some cannot
but the persona of the large and wild
is here also
today I looked like the bid bad wolf
wild hair...skinny jeans ...character boots
the faux bomber/jockey of the sky jacket
six feet one in these bad boys
long bike lock key on the chrome chain
hanging down my thigh
smokey aviators on
cigarette hanging out of my face

there has been strange and uncanny
connections to my weekend
contact strong and running
whats here
out there
and arriving
like the snows
and others
we connect seeing the pattern of its
recognition in the words and works
delve and ponder
I have done this for ever
and then too meet others
whom delve back
too me
is exciting
too know we are others
in the world
and what too do with this

perhaps nothing my life is my job
at present
..
spent last evening listening to delta blues
real old time record and vids of the
real players
then the irish eullian pipes
whistle
into that broader calm
the wider widths
closer to the edge
of the white chalk
the wild breakers
of the cold seas
can we feel the updraft
and the spray

..