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mem card: "not a shell": 5 july
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Vigorously
abiding in each moment is the time-being. A
dead eel in the shore break isn't banal; nor is the styrofoam cup
shard, the panty liner half-buried in sand. In one's 50s,
abstraction trades places with the particular. Not a shell of, but a
shell my daughter holds up, three black dashes on white. A white
fish with one black dot on its mid-section swims beside a coral head.
Some boys scramble over rocks, find another dead eel; its spine &
teeth show yellow on black rock. Three boys & then another killed
in Israel/Palestine, horror to counter-horror. Trauma's memory
without screen, unlatched door in a wind storm, flapping without
brake, or interval. Each moment in its time until there's only protea stuck in a stump at Punalu`u. The image of these flowers can abide, refresh,
return. Involuntary key stroke, happy typo on a sea
wall.
--5
July 2014
Notes:
"Vigorously": Dogen
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