Friday, 19 March 2010

Night Rise

How powerful the sea, treating the 41,000-tonne Pont Aven, and everything in it, to moments of weightlessness between crest and trough of any wave, like the next one, enough to flip Grace Kelly--High Society showing in Cinema 2, deck 6--from Crosby to Sinatra; to lift a 50-pence coin from the table and a Spanish sandal from the floor, one soon to descend upon the other; to delay the pepper's landing on the egg.

If you think this is something to write about, try it.  Entire words never make it to the page or slip away as soon as they get there.

You no sooner finish one breath when it's time to start another.

Fog.

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