I love the ocean and I live a block away and everyday I sit on my balcony with my coffee.
Greetings and thanks, ZAPPA-ESQUE, Tallon, and Nancy Drew:
It is very nice to see your comments -- and links -- first thing of a Monday morning. I look forward to an upcoming visit to the Pacific coast early fall.
Gratefully . . .
You should go and see Edward Bond's The Sea
Looks good, darksilver!
Many thanks for reading "The Sea" and for sharing the link to Bond's play.
Best regards . . .
I saw it with Dame Eileen Atkins in it
Thanks, darkspilver, for info.
Now I know some background on Dame Aileen Atkins.
There is nothin' like a dame!
I love this, prologos!
Thanks so very much. I believe this is the version in Steve Martin's L.A. STORY.
SHE PEERS INTO WATER whose blackness is obsidian,
Waters deeper than an Atlantic trench that swallows down
Unwary mariners in search of mysterious ports of call.
Is it a wandering lost love she seeks, a foolish man who
Abandoned hearth and home and love in search of El
Dorado, that hidden city of overgrown ruins?
The woman looks in vain, for these waters can no more be
Fathomed than the heart of the lover who left her when
Seduced by elusive riches that beckoned from beyond.
I AM ADRIFT, WITHOUT RUDDER, in a sea of broken dreams.
My mind descends into a tangle of seaweed that pulls my
Hapless frame downward into a black and sinister realm that
Holds its jailed without pity, with scant hope of future release.
I do love the land and all her beauty but fear the sea; I'm no
Fool who'd put life and limb at peril in search of new worlds.
Alone in my thoughts, I roam dread shores of lands whose
Roiling, uncharted waters of soul and spirit shall swallow
Me alive . . . in death's throes victorious.