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What follows is from one of my writing notebooks. It’s dated December 14, 2007. These are notes for a larger idea that I never developed. In rereading them, I thought the notes were poetic in and of themselves.

The low tide of fixation – pulling me out to sea

It’s in the small action, the overlooked detail.

High tide – tossed like a used jellyfish – deflated – onto the sandy beach.

The imagination – gallumphing at first, & then galloping –

Shocking the sensibilities – the dullness

A distant vessel – a thing of beauty – on the horizon – silhouetted by the sun – you think it contains all your hopes and desires & you project them onto the vessel, but it doesn’t – this is merely your mind, galloping ahead – placing what you hold into the hold of the ship.