A quiet walk along the beach just past the yacht club at Victor Harbor. A cool day, just right, enough sun to feel at ease, the sounds of the waves loud. No wonder we hear the sea at night from where we are.
The Hindmarsh river flowing at last out to sea, rippling, calling sand to drop in to the flow.
Drop in days.
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Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The First fires
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It's cold here this morning, bursts of rain, wind sweeping in from the sea. I'm sitting in front of our wood combustion stove. Watching the wood burn, the trembling glow as heat quivers on a piece especially thick but now almost resinous with heat.
I think of the first families huddled together in the dark, the first discovery of making a fire, the first inventions, the many quick changes of our world now.
The world, made closer by technology, can have us sitting far apart, alone in front of a computer or iPad and tablet. Words drifting across the world like the foam from waves on a wilder beach.
It's cold here this morning, bursts of rain, wind sweeping in from the sea. I'm sitting in front of our wood combustion stove. Watching the wood burn, the trembling glow as heat quivers on a piece especially thick but now almost resinous with heat.
I think of the first families huddled together in the dark, the first discovery of making a fire, the first inventions, the many quick changes of our world now.
The world, made closer by technology, can have us sitting far apart, alone in front of a computer or iPad and tablet. Words drifting across the world like the foam from waves on a wilder beach.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Poems in Translation
Fantastic book of poetry by Hans Magnus Enzensberger, A History of Clouds, remarkably well translated from the German into English by Martin Chalmers and Esther Kinsky. What skills : the poems are succinct, often poignant and funny. Love them!
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