Seaheart day 13. Kingpins.

Was writing Teenie, but, old memories arrived.

Like memories do sometimes.  I’d rather write a piece of the memoir — but it’s too dark.  Outside the trees glimmer.  A few blocks from me is the sea — the calmest blue.  The island has been in sharp relief.  In the collection of my published short stories that I put together last year or so, and sent to Suz once — I put the story Islanders.  I was pretty much published monthly when I was in the writer’s group I was in.  That one says it all.  At Pacifica I did a huge book of pastels of the island.  Robert loved it.  I used sketches to portray Jung’s concept of the Night Sea Journey — with poems and so forth.

I played this song by Laurie Anderson — called Freefall:

You’re out on the ocean and you get pulled down
Freefall to the bottom
Like when you’re drowning or falling asleep
You get turned around
And when you think you’re swimming to the surface
You’re swimming straight down.
Down to the bottom. All the way to the bottom.

Secret codes and cryptograms
I’m lost in your words I’m swimming.
We’re going down to the bottom. All the way to the bottom.
Rapture of the deep.

I got your letter. I couldn’t read it. It was a cryptogram.
Did it say Take me with you or Take me as I am?
We’re going down to the bottom.
All the way to the bottom. We get turned around.
There is another world spinning inside of this one.

I remember where I came from
There were tropical breezes and a wide open sea
I remember my childhood
I remember being free.

Down to the bottom.
All the way to the bottom. We get turned around.
There is another world inside of this one.
Rapture of the deep.

We’re going down to the bottom.
There is another world spinning inside of this one.

There was a tremendous amount of ocean imagery in that piece.  I worked through a great deal about what had happened in the years 80 – 83.

It’s many years later.  I can write it as if it were yesterday.