Saturday, January 29, 2005


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LKD said...

Do you see me? I'm all the way down at the end of the pier. Waving. Or jumping.

Which brings to mind that Stevie Smith poem, Waving, Not Drowning:

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

I swear, that poem has been a splinter under my skin since I first encountered it--in English 10001, if I recall correctly.

Lovely photo. I'm in love with the rock that looks like a body photo. Actually, I'm in love with that object. Where'd you take that photograph? I could build a whole house around that rock, I swear. It's so sensual, and at the same time, despairing, like a torso bereft of head and limbs.

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