March, 1985

Entering the Thimble Shoal Channel Tunnel, March, 1985

Queequeg was a native of Rokovoko, an island far away to the West and South. It is not down in any map; true places never are.

— Melville, Moby Dick

Stephen Schwartz Performs “Corner of the Sky”

Distant roads are calling me

John Collier, “Young man boarding train for New York state…” (1942)

Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.

When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the cagèd yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,

He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark.

He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.

But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.

Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.

But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.

—Robert Frost, Wind and Window Flower

“There is a Gull that rolls alone…”

Photograph by Morre Christophe via Unsplash

There is a Gull that rolls alone
over billows loud;
the Nightingale at night will moan
under her soft shroud.

—Allen Ginsberg, “A Very Dove” (excerpt)

“Driftwood”

At Cape Cod, August, 1969

I am scattered in a thousand places

here and there —

now and then

the wind and waves wash me ashore

ceaselessly

leaving something behind

a remindering

a finding of lost time

I never left

–J.S., “Driftwood”

“The world showed a small but definite tendency to slip into the peculiar and grotesque”

…and again he got a feeling of unreality, as if the world showed a small but definite tendency to slip into the peculiar and grotesque; a sensation which the resumption of the pounding work of the engine kept him from exploring fully, as the ship returned to its course through the San Marco canal.

–Thomas Mann, “Death in Venice”