The Sea (6)

Posted by Ken Edwards on Monday, July 13, 2009 Under: writing

Immense glitter sparkle in the distance. Split particles show splutters in chardonnay. Fishing with Higgs the bo’sun, fielding for godlets. Keep those figures floundering, flittering. So how do you know that you exist? When your whole life flashes? Can you describe this, Jack? They knew him as a fisherman, not as a fiddler. He flew into the light off the edge of the harbour arm on an old clinker craft with an elliptic stern, and was seen no more. What kind of language is that? What are you like? The sea is like the sea. And still the metaphors keep coming. Is there anything at all back down there?

(from Bardo. More from Bardo here)

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