Exquisite picture. Where? From a plane? When I was young in Louisiana, we used to dig a hole in the sand and watch it fill with sea water, never cogniscent of what that might portend in a storm. Then there were storms. But still, when I was older I bought a house at 1m above sea level. It’s a flirtation. It’s in the blood. We exist at the interstice, a protracted beach. I notice it every day in my relation to objects and things which highlanders seem so attached to. The sea is vast, and does not discriminate. And there we will eventually all be swept. No use clinging to anything that does not float.
Yes, I took it flying into Holland in March of 2010. It really shows how low it all is. I think you are right: growing up so intermingled with water shapes you. That’s also so strongly present in that poem: the love and fear of the water. The need for the water for existence and yet the knowledge that it can all be wiped. Well, some of that is still to show up. Now I am homesick sitting here in the middle of a freezer that’s forgotten about the defrost cycle. “No use in clinging to anything that does not float.” That’s a keeper.
Exquisite picture. Where? From a plane? When I was young in Louisiana, we used to dig a hole in the sand and watch it fill with sea water, never cogniscent of what that might portend in a storm. Then there were storms. But still, when I was older I bought a house at 1m above sea level. It’s a flirtation. It’s in the blood. We exist at the interstice, a protracted beach. I notice it every day in my relation to objects and things which highlanders seem so attached to. The sea is vast, and does not discriminate. And there we will eventually all be swept. No use clinging to anything that does not float.
Yes, I took it flying into Holland in March of 2010. It really shows how low it all is. I think you are right: growing up so intermingled with water shapes you. That’s also so strongly present in that poem: the love and fear of the water. The need for the water for existence and yet the knowledge that it can all be wiped. Well, some of that is still to show up. Now I am homesick sitting here in the middle of a freezer that’s forgotten about the defrost cycle. “No use in clinging to anything that does not float.” That’s a keeper.