tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401220900101695940.post8422855458603218760..comments2023-04-01T04:22:22.567-07:00Comments on PASSAGES: Last, Loneliest, Most Lovelyjacky bowringhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834663623710845854noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401220900101695940.post-67656837136994341652008-12-05T10:41:00.000-08:002008-12-05T10:41:00.000-08:00Hi Bruno - wonderfully evocative adriftness ...dis...Hi Bruno - wonderfully evocative adriftness ...dissolution. And other watery bodies: just this morning I began reading a book called Seven-Tenths: The Sea and its Thresholds, and the first page is describing someone floating in the sea, having lost his boat, and swimming down a couple of feet he looks back up at the surface of the water as a 'mirror of air' ..."The swimmer reflects on this mirror, imagining the sky weighing own on the sea and the sea holding up the atmosphere, curious about what exactly can be happening at the interface. If it were possible to magnify the activity, surely a buzzing skin of molecules would be revealed? Water molecules and aire molecules so intermiixed and saturated with atoms in common it would be undecidable which medium they constituted. At what point did these milling particles become waves?"<BR/>(James Hamilton-Paterson)<BR/>best wishes, jackyjacky bowringhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01834663623710845854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401220900101695940.post-8606374357238984192008-12-05T07:34:00.000-08:002008-12-05T07:34:00.000-08:00Hi JackyThe first part of your post made me think ...Hi Jacky<BR/>The first part of your post made me think of cross country skiing a few days back, in the biggest snow storm this season. A new park <BR/>(to me), low visibility, so direction changes on whims and guesses. <BR/>And suddenly there was the shore, losing its edge...the lake edge freezing, the ground covered, air dense with snow... all different but the same ... all conflating to soft white undifferentiated cells.<BR/>The opposite of morphogenesis?<BR/> <BR/>My eye moved from the snowed-in shore, out over the water, through a erased horizon, to where solid water drifted in water vapour... a vapourous link to other waters; lakes remembered, oceans missed, ocean mists...<BR/><BR/>cheers, brunoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com