Saturday, August 06, 2022

Poem for Saturday and Wingsurfing

Patroling Barnegat
By Walt Whitman

Wild, wild the storm, and the sea high running,
Steady the roar of the gale, with incessant undertone muttering,
Shouts of demoniac laughter fitfully piercing and pealing,
Waves, air, midnight, their savagest trinity lashing,
Out in the shadows there milk-white combs careering,
On beachy slush and sand spirts of snow fierce slanting,
Where through the murk the easterly death-wind breasting,
Through cutting swirl and spray watchful and firm advancing,
(That in the distance! is that a wreck? is the red signal flaring?)

Slush and sand of the beach tireless till daylight wending,
Steadily, slowly, through hoarse roar never remitting,
Along the midnight edge by those milk-white combs careering,
A group of dim, weird forms, struggling, the night confronting,
That savage trinity warily watching.


My Friday was pretty low-key -- some packing of books and games, some freecycling, some writing and photo sorting, some sorting stuff in son's closet (wow, we have a lot of plastic hangers). It was too hot for a long walk, but I did see two bunnies on a short one when I went to do a Palkia raid. We had dinner with my parents for the first time since before covid, though my stomach is still off so I asked for grilled cheese and soup. 

HBO Max finally has Belfast, which we watched when we got home and it was as good as everyone said -- wonderful cast (I knew about Dench and Hinds but not Colin Morgan), pretty balanced view of the Troubles, young character based on Branagh reading a Thor comic book. Van Morrison soundtrack and lots of pop culture (Star Trek, Barbarella, Grace Kelly) too! I saw wingsurfing for the first time at Delaware Seashore State Park: 

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