Debris
This debris in my bilge
clogging my strain
water in the bilge
accumulating
The cable to the fridge
being rather small
by the time electricity gets there
is another voltage?
or not enough?
Don't know much about
these things
I just want to sail
Set the sails
the Main and Jib will get me
Or should I have stayed home
Watching Oprah Winfrey
the news with the Tea Party
and Wall Street
camille loubriel-harris Oct 2011
Mario Benedetti
El silencio del mar
más concentrado que el de un cántaro
más implacable que dos gotas
ya acerque el horizonte o nos entregue
la muerte azul de las medusas
nuestras sospechas no lo dejan
el mar escucha como un sordo
es insensible como un dios
y sobrevive a los sobrevivientes
nunca sabré que espero de él
ni que conjuro deja en mis tobillos
pero cuando estos ojos se hartan de baldosas
y esperan entre el llano y las colinas
o en calles que se cierran en más calles
entonces sí me siento náufrago y sólo el mar puede
salvarme
Kosmos. by Walt Whitman
WHO includes diversity, and is Nature,
Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and the
great
charity of the earth, and the equilibrium also,
Who has not look’d forth from the windows, the eyes, for nothing, or whose brain held
audience with messengers for nothing;
Who contains believers and disbelievers—Who is the most majestic lover;
Who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism, spiritualism, and of the
aesthetic, or
intellectual,
Who, having consider’d the Body, finds all its organs and parts good;
Who, out of the theory of the earth, and of his or her body, understands by subtle
analogies
all other theories,
The theory of a city, a poem, and of the large politics of These States;
Who believes not only in our globe, with its sun and moon, but in other globes, with their
suns
and moons;
Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not for a day, but for all time, sees
races,
eras, dates, generations,
The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, inseparable together
Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and the
great
charity of the earth, and the equilibrium also,
Who has not look’d forth from the windows, the eyes, for nothing, or whose brain held
audience with messengers for nothing;
Who contains believers and disbelievers—Who is the most majestic lover;
Who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism, spiritualism, and of the
aesthetic, or
intellectual,
Who, having consider’d the Body, finds all its organs and parts good;
Who, out of the theory of the earth, and of his or her body, understands by subtle
analogies
all other theories,
The theory of a city, a poem, and of the large politics of These States;
Who believes not only in our globe, with its sun and moon, but in other globes, with their
suns
and moons;
Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not for a day, but for all time, sees
races,
eras, dates, generations,
The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, inseparable together
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