"The Great Wave" & "HAPPY B’AK’TUN!"
THE GREAT WAVE
I thought I was that disaster.
The rowers – all they thought was shore,
what lay just beyond the terror of my hands.
THE GREAT WAVE
I thought I was that disaster.
The rowers – all they thought was shore,
what lay just beyond the terror of my hands.
Let’s begin:
Into the Dark Wood, buzzards roost,
where the sun is silent
— The Empire State Express air-horns
in from the City, 54 miles
This is the part with the compelling opening sequence, where there is movement, and a landscape, possibly even movement across a landscape.
This is the part with the bus or train, maybe a window, someone looking out of it.
This is the part with the arrival in weather, and the weather is evocative of something.
Cum neminem ante nos de vulgaris eloquentie doctrina quicquam inveniamus tractasse, atque talem scilicet eloquentiam penitus omnibus necessariam videamus, cum ad eam non tantum viri, sed etiam mulieres et parvuli nitantur, in quantum natura permittit: volentes discretionem aliqualiter lucidare illorum qui tanquam ceci ambulant per plateas, plerunque anteriora posteriora putantes: Verbo aspirante de celis, locutioni vulgarium gentium prodesse tentabimus; non solum aquam nostri ingenii ad tantum poculum aurientes, sed accipiendo vel compilando ab aliis potiora miscentes, ut exinde potionare possimus dulcissimum ydromellum.