escarpment | one year on...
It's been a year, and what a riverrun it has been. Silent flows, talkative torrents, eddies, shallows, benthines, becalmed pools, standing waves, tides, whirlpools, whorls, laminar flows, urgencies, benevolences...
...it's what I see in the riverine passage of these titles, setting forth from one day to another, ambling through one month and another, over the time of a single year.
Three-hundred and sixty-five or so lines: characteristic, descriptive, gnomic, specific and granular, general and subtle, anodyne or perfumed... emergent, wild, thrown, seeded, grown. The mind I put to it now is mine — organic and ephemeral; the mind I will set to it all, athwart and analytic — synthetic and also fleeting.
And this has only begun. Not long from now it will gain the length of an LND and, should I live long enough still, that of a TFR. What will tomorrow bring?
Another line, another crepuscular notion, whether at the nautical twilight of dawn of this new era... or the dusk of my own walk through this theater of the absurd and the transcendent. It is one and the same.
[ Late this evening, around a quarter to 11, I walked up to Francisco Park to look for the moon, knowing that between it and The City would be the small vessel carrying 4 humans on a journey to it and back. The photo below the triptych was taking by a woman passenger on a plane flying past the Florida coast just as the rocket-ship was taking off. Glorious! ]
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