Winch One Will You Be?
I hardly kedged off with the last post, so I figure I need to keep working. The day has a small hole in it and the sea aims for it. I need more rope to wind. Here's where I may stumble off the deck, and here is where I may be clobbered by the boom. No matter, I will try to keep my balance on the thwart and trim my jib. Eventually I will come about or fall off.
I have to figure out how to BE the winch I need to use. Rigging of language aside, the tour is going to be riddled with ugly. Horizon acts constant motion; I feel a little going sick. Sky tacking, or am I tacking? I need more rope to wind. Astern or to the pulpit--one has to decide--I will ignore the fish in this emergency. Hunger not an option or detail and fish are free. Fear is buoyant and I have only one anchor.
Stop
Why am I coding my feelings? It's what poets do. It's a salve. Language. Nothing else for it; exercise (exorcize). I am sincerely this thing now that isn't what I was yesterday. Dreams, worries, not just opinions...the mailman is here...the phone is ringing...a complaint is lodged in my chin like a rusty stay.
I have to figure out how to BE the winch I need to use. Rigging of language aside, the tour is going to be riddled with ugly. Horizon acts constant motion; I feel a little going sick. Sky tacking, or am I tacking? I need more rope to wind. Astern or to the pulpit--one has to decide--I will ignore the fish in this emergency. Hunger not an option or detail and fish are free. Fear is buoyant and I have only one anchor.
Stop
Why am I coding my feelings? It's what poets do. It's a salve. Language. Nothing else for it; exercise (exorcize). I am sincerely this thing now that isn't what I was yesterday. Dreams, worries, not just opinions...the mailman is here...the phone is ringing...a complaint is lodged in my chin like a rusty stay.
posted by name at 11:39:00 AM
2 Comments:
ishmael,
you aren't "coding your feelings" per se, but focusing on "the saying rather than what's being said" (which is not to suggest that there's no "meaning" here, just that the meaning is tied to the use of language by the very fact of your poesia-ing). this is a beautiful entry that reads like a preface i'm intrigued by.
love, one of the smaller whales, or a little wave, indeed
i appreciate these words of encouragement at this time when i feel as if i'm genuinely twisting in the wind. the storm has lasted a longer time than i had anticipated. i point up from my seat at the picnic table in the barn that's about to fall down--"look, a squaller, a sqauller!"
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