Thursday, July 22, 2010

The milkwhite dolphin tossed his mane and, rising in the golden poop, the helmsman spread the bellying sail upon the wind and stood off forward with all sail set, the spinnaker to larboard. A many comely nymphs drew nigh to starboard and to larboard and, clinging to the sides of the noble bark, they linked their shining forms as doth the cunning wheelwright when he fashions about the heart of his wheel the equidistant rays whereof each one is sister to another and he binds them all with an outer ring and giveth speed to the feet of men whenas they ride to a hosting or contend for the smile of ladies fair. Even so did they come and set them, those willing nymphs, the undying sisters. And they laughed, sporting in a circle of their foam: and the bark clave the waves.

(Episode 12, “Cyclops,” circa 335, 341.)

Anything strange or wonderful?

I think if you’re going to fake it, and sometimes I wonder if that’s not what I’m doing, then there’re some poems and passages you’re going to have to have memorized, and this is such a one. (It’s not enough that you read it and talk about it again and again and again until it’s rote, I mean have you lived it? To live it is to wear it in your face .)

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