Time and the tide.
In Tom Wait's song "Fish and Bird," there's a line that I love:
"I'll never sail back to the time."
It reminds me of the line in "Boundaries":
"I can't describe it quite,
but there's something in time
that has sailed away forever."
And Ishmael says in Moby Dick:
"Yes, as everyone knows, meditation and water are forever wedded."
And, of course, there' that philosopher whose name I can't recall who said that you can never step into the same river twice.
I love to live near water. Particularly rivers, no matter how small. Even a creek will do. I wonder if a river would represent a singular movement of time forward, leaving silt and pebbles and faded Coca-cola cans lying in piles along the bank. Or if it represents eternal return? Doesn't all water come from the same place? That's not a rhetorical question. I really don't know. Does the Mississippi recycle its water supply somehow?
And there's time, moving onward with steadfast resolution. Either you jump in a little rowboat and go along with it, or you sit on the banks and watch it pass. But if you sit there long enough, you'd probably still get swept into the stream during a storm or a flood.
Are you watching new water, the old gone forever into the gulf? Or is some of the old mixed in with the new - water that has been evaporated and then redistributed by a passing rain cloud? Or is all water old water? Is time always time gone by?
"I'll never sail back to the time."
It reminds me of the line in "Boundaries":
"I can't describe it quite,
but there's something in time
that has sailed away forever."
And Ishmael says in Moby Dick:
"Yes, as everyone knows, meditation and water are forever wedded."
And, of course, there' that philosopher whose name I can't recall who said that you can never step into the same river twice.
I love to live near water. Particularly rivers, no matter how small. Even a creek will do. I wonder if a river would represent a singular movement of time forward, leaving silt and pebbles and faded Coca-cola cans lying in piles along the bank. Or if it represents eternal return? Doesn't all water come from the same place? That's not a rhetorical question. I really don't know. Does the Mississippi recycle its water supply somehow?
And there's time, moving onward with steadfast resolution. Either you jump in a little rowboat and go along with it, or you sit on the banks and watch it pass. But if you sit there long enough, you'd probably still get swept into the stream during a storm or a flood.
Are you watching new water, the old gone forever into the gulf? Or is some of the old mixed in with the new - water that has been evaporated and then redistributed by a passing rain cloud? Or is all water old water? Is time always time gone by?
posted by Autumn at 12:49 AM
1 Comments:
it is all the same water, rivers and lakes and urine and tears, blood even, all the sme water getting recycled, purifid and sent back down, in the form of rain ad mist, one of the most interesting things i ever learned in a bible as literature class was that in the garden of eden there was no rain, the world was just misty and damp all the time, the garden was like a dewy snow globe of perfection, utter comfort, rain came later, obviously someone's idea of paradise, but it makes me think of van morrisson's song sweet thing, a bit of utopia "and we will walk and talk in gardens all misty wet" of course for himther is rain, but i like the idea of a rainless world, sometimes, abd back to tom waits, the man who knows too much about weather,
"and I never buy umbrellas cause there's always one around"
in japan the only trash i ever see on the ground, i mean really , ever, are mangles, broken umbrella skeletons, they use those long English gentlman umbrellas her, none of the compact fold ups i like, and wehn i foirst got here i though, "haha silly Japanese people carring those awkaward umbrellas around, havent they ever seen a compact one?" then i experienced my first typhoon, my umbrella lasted 20 seconds in the mad winds, humble pie... mmmm good...
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