the sea is all about us
From The Dry Salvages by T.S. Eliot (published in 1941) The river is within us, the sea is all about us; The sea is the land's edge also, the granite Into which it reaches, the beaches where it tosses Its hints of earlier and other creation: The starfish, the horseshoe crab, the whale's backbone; The pools where it offers to our curiosity The more delicate algae and the sea anemone. It tosses up our losses, the torn seine, The shattered lobsterpot, the broken oar And the gear of foreign dead men. The sea has many voices, Many gods and many voices. ---------------- I just read this at the beginning of the Afterword by Jeffrey S. Levinton in the 1989 edition of Rachel Carson's, The Sea Around Us. It is a section of a much longer poem, that itself is part of a set, Four Quartets , that were largely written during World War II. The Dry Salvages was written during the air-raids in Britain, and it is very sad. I'm not vouching for the whole thing, but ...
Oh yeah! Cool!
ReplyDeleteThat would be one Ian Hoff. Nearly taught me all I needed to know about style all himself. Super guy and one of those types that has been interested in alternative/throwback surf craft long before it became la mode.
He makes a lot of time for himself in Australia actually. A heck of a lot of time.
La mode, eh!
ReplyDeleteWell, Ian Hoff is looking pretty steezey on that wave and I like that picture the more that I look at it.
(Haha. I used 'steeze' in a sentence!)