*
I got your letter.
Thanks a lot.
*
I’ve been getting lots of sun.
And lots of rest.
*
It’s really hot.
*
Days, I dive by the wreck.
Nights, I swim in the blue lagoon.
*
Always used to wonder who I’d bring to a desert island.
*
Days, I remember cities.
Nights, I dream about a perfect place.
*
Days, I dive by the wreck.
Nights, I swim in the blue lagoon.
*
Full fathom five thy father lies.
Of his bones are coral made.
*
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
*
Nothing of him that doth fade, but that suffers
a sea change
into something
rich
and strange.
*
And I alone am left to tell the tale.
Call me Ishmael.
*
I got your letter. Thanks a lot.
I’ve been getting lots of sun, and lots of rest.
*
It’s really hot.
*
Always used to wonder who I’d bring to a desert island.
*
Days, I remember rooms.
Nights, I swim in the blue lagoon.
*
I saw a plane today, flying low over the island.
But my mind was somewhere else…
*
And if you ever get this letter, thinking of you.
love and kisses.
blue pacific.
signing off.
– The Blue Lagoon
Laurie Anderson
*
I really love this song. And the picture. And the sea. And leviathans.
I’d like to be buried at sea.
Just wrapped in a shroud and dropped overboard. A lei of plumeria to mark the spot as the boat heads back to shore.
Sound of water slapping against the hull.
Taste of salt on the air.
Sun going down.
*
Home, again.
*
Still I remain locked in mortal struggle against none but my own stubborn and recalcitrant self. Nor will I leave go of it. Neither succumb nor relent.
Perhaps towards morning I will smite myself on the hip and break the tie.
Perhaps not.
*
No matter my small trials and unhappinesses, I am yet clove to this woman of mine who loves me without holding back from it and by doing so is my salvation. I’d not trade her for all the glories of the wide world, nor all the sky mad strewn with stars, nor naught else that can be named.
I have sold my life to her and it is my great good fortune.
*
Namaste.
***
Kathleen Botsford said:
Beautiful. You are both quite lucky indeed.
tearfuldishwasher said:
yep.
we are.
yrs-
Scott
judywise said:
my favorite song.
tearfuldishwasher said:
Well, of course it is!
yrs-
Scott
Ms. Moon said:
And it is our great good fortune that you write about it.
God, this post.
I’m coming back and reading it again when I can get off the damn floor.
tearfuldishwasher said:
welcome back to the real world!
yrs-
Scott
t said:
I come very briefly to this place. I watch it move. I watch it shake……And we say: Watch us move. Watch us shake. We’re so pretty. We’re so pretty. We say: Watch us move now. Watch us shake. We’re so pretty. Shake our hands. Shake our heads. We shake our feet. We’re so fine. The way we move. The way we shake. We’re so nice. – la
tearfuldishwasher said:
What did the snake say? Yes! What was he saying?
OK. I will tell you. The snake told her things about the world. He told her about
the time there was a big typhoon on the island
and all the sharks came out of the water.
Yes.
They came out of the water and they walked right into your house
with their big white teeth.
And the woman heard these things. And she was in love.
And the man came out and said: We have to go now!
And the woman did not want to go. Because she was a hothead.
Because she was a woman in love.
Anyway, they got into their boat and left the island.
But they never stayed anywhere very long.
Because the woman was restless.
She was a hothead.
She was a woman in love.
– la la.
Elizabeth said:
I wanted to burst into tears when I saw this picture and read these words. I wanted to, but I didn’t because I might never stop. Not sure why it’s affected me this way — but thank you for inspiring such powerful feelings.
tearfuldishwasher said:
Elizabeth-
I have a guess it is because she reminds you of your daughter. She does me.
I could be way off the mark, but thank you for sharing how this affected you.
I am glad of it.
yrs-
Scott
gloria martin said:
What an absolutely sublime experience to read such words deep from the heart of a man. Only a true man, a man of light, of soul, and understanding can possess such tenderness within, and better yet ….. the grace to share it with the world.
A wonderful New Year to you and the woman!!! Isn’t grandparenthood the bomb!
tearfuldishwasher said:
Well, that’s damn sweet of you to say.
And, yeah, grandparenthood fucking rocks.
Who’d a thunk it?
yrs-
Scott
mia said:
Wow.
Angella Lister said:
i have come back here several times since you posted this, and i still can’t explain how that image your words make tunnels in me, searching for something buried so deep only the feeling of it remains. it’s translucent and watery like Elizabeth’s tears that wont stop flowing, like your dissolving universe, receding for a moment to reveal we are the same, one thought, one unbroken river of consciousness, one flesh. dear god, it shimmers but eludes, caught somewhere between the blue girl and the whale and that blind ship whose only hope is to capsize.
i don’t know what i’m talking about but i’m here.
love to you and the woman you love.
please kiss the baby’s sweet head.
tearfuldishwasher said:
Angella-
Thank you for this.
You give us so much.
yrs-
Scott
Marit said:
Judy ‘send me here’… I’m glad she did. As a daughter of a selkie, the song and the painting really spoke to me. Homesick… yes, that’s what I feel now. I long for the waves. Bitter-sweet feeling, as I have an ‘earthy man’ who keeps me ashore. You will understand. Yes, I’m sure you do. Waving to you from the other side of the ocean – daaaag!!! Marit – the Netherlands