"30 years have passed since I was in the Sargasso Sea... named for the seaweed that reminded early Portuguese explorers of Salgazo grapes. I take a sip of wine. It is true that the only company I kept during my churchyard haunting was that of the local wildlife. I can remember leaning against the heavy ancient tombs, listening to the wind tickle the the long thin meadow grass; the birds sweet twittering only there to distract me from their nests.
The hawsers stretch across the deck, over windlass and into the becalmed Sargasso. They drag there until the sea unknots the tangled hemp.
I'm looking at a painting I started some years back - a Photoshop enhanced version appears above. I started a few like this. I was responding to the patterns that I saw in nature.
The bark of trees...
Lichen growing on stone...
Sand ripples left by the receding tide.
As is so often the case with this kind of doodling, I started to see half familiar shapes emerging from the squiggling foam. A creature here and there. The hint of something hidden just below the surface. A place from the past."
He also sent me links to Chris Watson's Vatnajokull and Maya Deren's Meshes of the Afternoon. Thanks Paul, for letting me share this :]
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Thank you.
You are welcome.
Paul
my pleasure!
Very interesting post--We are reading A LOGBOOK for Grace with a section about the Sargasso sea and those creatures. NICE poem and picture.
We are very busy with family and holiday activities--I will catch up as soon as I can!
It was interesting to me to learn that it is the only sea with no sea shore. It's completely surrounded by ocean currents, while it itself has none.
I'm going to be busy, too, so take your time ;].
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