DECEMBER 14, 2011 9:00PM

Pica Chu

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(a star... almost Kim,  full moon over the mast)

sails

I never get tired of how beautiful they are, and what they do..........

and how they do it
the language they use to connect me with something so full of

promise and power and possibility

 

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(velas de navidad... three of them following each other through the night)

they appear to be working so
quietly, yet

if, while underway, under sail
you have the opportunity to climb
up in the rigging, and to lay your ear
against the sail, resting it gently there...

 

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your eye close to the sailcloth, the stitching,
you will hear the sound of the soul of the
wind as it sweeps across an enormous
field of threads, in disbelief, eyes
widening as the voice roars
through your ear canal
and down into your
empty human
frame

 

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pull away, and there you are...
left with a little secret
about invisible
music and
wind

 

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( "And as I read ... and as I watch ... and listen ...
I ... find I ... can breathe the sea .
Lovely to know someone else who ... loves ... and breathes ... the sea.
I will think of you ... as you sail ... and of your  Rocinante."  Anna1liese )

 

Come...

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and help me to hand the sails Algis... Kim... Catch... Rita... Nana... Anna1liese... Arlene...  Candace... everyone...)

My crew Pica Chu is already calling his family, Gran Roque is on the horizon... and we will be entering the archipelago within the hour...

 

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(take the wheel...)

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tonight we sleep and in the morning....

in the morning...

perhaps...

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we can search for the bones of Rocinante...

 

images and words © 2011 W. Gentieu

 

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mi casa es tu casa amigos...

I will be here to respond only sparingly, so please don´t wait up for me,,, and make yourselves at home.

Saludos poets and poetas!
"Children of night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now night arives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready'"
your hand plays a harp of wind, a sailor who never tires.

cuando labios besan roca
buenas noticias en la boca

I'd love to be part of your crew, sea legs and the Pica Chu
rolling on those big swells between day and night ~

delicia, lujo ~ keep going, piraguero ~
OH how I long to be on your Picu Chu, waking to the lull of the boat, the sound of the sails flapping in the wind, the stars at night.
thank you for including me in the dream team, as it were. Beautiful words for a wonderous trip. Enjoy to the fullest.
Happy Belated, just noticed... what a great way to celelbrate your life! PS I love the photo of you with the moon at your shoulder, may it guide you safely.
the moon over your shoulder
redonda, every time you hold her

que sean bien ricas la hallacas y las copas
de ron, de cafe, de agua pura, de atoles vista a los atolones ~

saludos, besos y abrazos aquaticos en tu cumple, veladero ~
happy birthday... keep rolling
Hola friends ::: A fast note as we are in Gran Roque now and I want to scoot around into Francisqui before it's too late...

The generater here on the island keeps cutting out and I was barely able to complete my post last night as it cut of twice in the middle of the whole process, here in the little cafe.

Three years since I'm here... and many changes... not all for the better... but, anyway, it's still one of my favorite places on earth.

New images of Rocinante in the camera... new words on the way... but later, another day... Our passengers come on the 18th. Ahhhhh yes...... yes.... this is WORK!....... work !... (not a vacation, what were you thinking.......ok) But yesterday was for me. mememememememe yes and today taking pictures and seeing Rocinante again... keeled over a little more... and some more ribs showing... but still there... bow pointing towards the sun...

(Scarlett, Dianaani.... and others, if I temporarily forgot you above sorry!!!!!!!!!!!! You know you are on the crewlist, of course,,,,, bring wine... p'favor!)

Patience....

NB-What it was like, night before last sailing with the moon full :::
Apologies for not coming around to your blogs, just no time right now...

Kim, I was reading your tribute to Zaj... just as we were leaving

Saludos a las poetas!
A quick note,
rain squalls today
anchored inside an atoll
inside an archipelago inside
a world on a planet in a universe

liquid,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

looking for ice but
all the machines
are broken
oh well

revolutions sometimes have trouble making ice...

hallacas me hacen redondo, besamos corales y olas
ni importa, vamanos indios, indígenas, montate en la canoa...

quienes sabe, saca la miel de la luna con las uñas...


Saludos amigas, amigos...
when you go around and around like that
the heat melts even the thought of ice
glinting in your eye, in your fingertips
but don't let that stop the revolution, por favor ~
Jack: to see you here, well... perhaps
to sense you here... and leaving
this trace of genius yes
I'm one also,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Kim: reading you and Zaj as I left
left me torn but free also...
you know,,, waves &
more waves,,,

Candace: where I first became aware of hearing
that hidden, startling roar

on a short night sail
an anchor hop really, between

Trois Rivière and Fort de France
in Martinique

hopped up on the shoulders
of a rhum, La Mauny

beautiful lady, very petit
"ti' punch" she said, w/lime

and sugar and that's
when I pressed my ear against

the canvas, the sail, knocked
out, and began to remember,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Saludos friends, sorry to leave you all hanging
out in the breeze for so long,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

just no internet nor time 'til now
a story, 't'is
Algis: ... my hand to the sail... and your imagination, merci mon ami! ~ Salut et bonne année!

catch: tanto cariño tengo para ti,
y tu sentir profundamente poetica, yo te lanza ~

besos, abrazos, rocas, corales, cayos, velas, tortas, hallacas y más y más y más y más... como canta Buika... pero para acercar, no alejar, entiendes?

Saludos ~
Algis: ... my hand to the sail... and your imagination, merci mon ami! ~ Salut et bonne année!

catch: tanto cariño tengo para ti,
y tu sentir profundamente poetica, la vida te lanza ~

besos, abrazos, rocas, corales, cayos, velas, tortas, hallacas y más y más y más y más... como canta Buika aquí ... pero para recordar, no olvidar, entiendes?

Saludos ~
rita: thank you, so much, for coming along and helping
there's never any lack of things to do
we are captain and crew
alas, not my boat
but after
all

these years
she's a member of
my family, maybe more
precisely, I'm just one of her
children, in love with her magic,,,,,

Mission: " listening to the sea"... that you chose that word, in that phrase, tells me all I need... good company. Thanks for visiting me.

Scarlett: Special words to hear... I do thank you. This world has been a part of my life almost since my first memories

which I love, since the language
with which I live it, and work within it

is therefore, no mere jargon (horrible word) but
instead an integral part of me

I can recognise all this "sailor talk" if I must
put if you were in my head listening

as I sail...

you might think I were riding the most beautiful
real world winged animal on the sea,

I love the way some western writers talk about the
cowboys relationship, beingship with their horse

as an animist, a sailing vessel is very alive and can be
thought of and spoken to, and listened to, perhaps

in a curious way, reasoned with... of course, it's
not always wise to let your passengers know about this

secret relationship, in fact,
best to keep that stuff to a minimum

but occasionally someone comes along...
how wonderful to sail with them,

the others (?) have no idea what they're missing
and of course, never will


Thanks for reading me this year S!
Miguela: Thanks for hopping on! ¡Saludos y Feliz Año!

Dianaani: thinking of your comment makes me reflect on what I said to Scarlett about a writer such as Louis L'amour, for example, who wrote about horses in such a way that always has me thinking and comparing, as I read the words and descriptions, with sailing a boat. For instance, often, instead of forcing the boat, the sails tight (close hauled) up wind (or towards where the wind is coming from) I'll often just "let her have her nose" (the bow, being the "nose")... especially if there's a strong current

just to really confuse you, some racing sailor types might call that, something like what I just described, as "footing off"... see what I'm saying..,,;;::!!?? ~ ~ ~ ~

rita: besos, abrazos y Jamesons! Thanks

catch: holding tight! every chance I get to...
photos of hallacas auténticas pendientes,
y delfines besando el cuerpo de pica chu...

Rolling: Thanks, if I can... sure I will!
Art: get out of that PU and hop in the canoe... lie down on your back

now...

push play no fear, mushrooms maybe ~

Saludos Sir James ~ Poeta extraordinaire!

anna1liese:
comes the most beautiful realization of a wish...
a wish of three years desire
Rocinante
yes

I found her again
and stood in her pilot house
which, oddly, I hadn't before and
photographed her keel and rudder flying

and Captain Fermins name scratched into the main bulwark

I saw things, felt them as I hadn't before
discovered secrets, uncovered truths

looked into the eyes of children
who were born on her
in her

yes

give me time please anna1liese
just need a little time
the sea is still
rocking
me

I'm still
knocking knees
Kasia: So happy you came to visit me, some beautiful words you published this year, and your video/reading, still remembering.

¡Saludos poeta Kasia en dos idiomas!

anna1liese: I wish 'ume' still had his text/poem The Sea is The Mind up. Unfortunately he took it down...

thanks again.

catch: sabes que para mi no importaba para nada el hielo, pero para mis pasajeros (y sus Cuba Libres, sí, faltaba).

Es un historia que hace falta más tiempo y desvio hacia la política para contar, que no quiero dedicar aquí, con este post. En cierto sentido, para hacer un resumen corto, e ir directo al grano de la situación, más nada hay que hacer es medita por un momento en la imagen de mi post de hoy (¿Quieres Pesca'o?). Ellos, por lo menos, Los Roqueños reclaman un socialísmo menos ruidoso con su retórica y más corriente y resuelto con lo práctico y las necesidades.

A pesar de todo eso, a sido un privilegio estar presente y ser testigo a un pueblo, a menudo calificado como ignorante, tomar cosas en sus propios manos e efectuar una revolución, aunque quizás a medias... ahora lo que les enfrenta es separar lo bueno de lo malo.

Saludos amiga, encuentro como obsequios, siempre, tus comentarios~
Kasia: So happy you came to visit me, some beautiful words you published this year, and your video/reading, still remembering.

¡Saludos poeta Kasia en dos idiomas!

anna1liese: I wish 'ume' still had his text/poem The Sea is The Mind up. Unfortunately he took it down...

thanks again.

catch: sabes que para mi, no importaba para nada, el hielo, pero para mis pasajeros (y sus Cuba Libres, sí, faltaba).

Es una historia que me hace falta mucho más tiempo, y un desvio hacia la política para poder contar. Para ir directo al grano, más nada uno tendrá que hacer será, quizás, meditar por un momento en la imagen de mi post de hoy (¿Quieres Pesca'o?). Me parece que ellos, Los Roqueños, reclaman un socialísmo un poco menos ruidoso con su retórica tan estridente, y un poco más esfuerzo y acciónes resueltos, respecto a lo práctico y las necesidades.

A pesar de todo eso, a sido un privilegio estar presente y ser testigo a un pueblo, a menudo calificado como ignorante, tomar cosas en sus propios manos e efectuar una revolución, aunque quizás a medias... ahora lo que les enfrenta es separar lo bueno de lo malo.

Saludos amiga, encuentro como obsequios, siempre, tus comentarios~
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