Excerpted from Clouds, leaves, waves.
4.
shaped spirits of archetypal
torsos, struggle, plunge,
release--
contemplating guilt, drunken
and whirled as dervish,
one--
plunging
to depths--
drowned in lust,
the fueled fires light the beach.
Black figures stand and stare
at shadows on the moon.
Philosophy, hardly biblical, is
powered by darkest boasts
the colors of Melville and Pollock.
9.
fires on the beach,
the silhouetted forms in black
wetsuits, heroic, from another age.
the Shadows of blazoned on cliffs,
voices whisper, here and then--
video and photos flash,
that we were here, alive tonight.
A plane blinks in the dark,
we look for the moon to rise,
platform Holly flashes like a cake
on the horizon.
She told of Ed Ricketts and
further away places in Mexico,
The Sea of Cortez, I remembered,
striped snails and his saying,
“...that many of the inhabitants
of this region, could scarcely be taken
as obvious.” We saw figures
in the stars and then forgot.
This post is related to recent post on Achilles/ Fire event in 1982.
see:http://extragregorybotts.blogspot.com/
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