Fin in a Waste of Waters

"These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom....Leaning over this parapet I see far out a waste of water. A fin turns....I note under 'F.,' therefore, 'Fin in a waste of waters.' I, who am perpetually making notes in the margin of my mind for some final statement, make this mark, waiting for some winter's evening." (from Woolf's THE WAVES)

11 November 2006

Morning view from my kitchen window

Nights, Brighton pier - glittering and glamorous, carnival rides flying wild, lights and people blaring -

The morning after - a shapeless shadow:

dark hulk of trash heavy on the sun-glazed blazing gray waves
a careless heap of sticks, the pier; empty eaten-out paper take-away cartons, its amusements.

Only a pair of white lights glare from its center, venomous, unblinking, set to scurry dirtily away.

A colorful quartet of sun-lit sailboats glide in a line to the hoizon behind -


At 3:27 AM, Blogger Rannier said...

I wanna see!

At 1:22 AM, Blogger o.a.k. said...

hello my dear. i hope you are doing well. beautiful picture.


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