Each Note and the Unseen Sea
The Unseen Sea (Above video)
“A collection of time lapses I took around the San Francisco Bay Area roughly shot over the period of one year.”
~ Simon Christen
View of Berekely Marina, Angel Island and the Golden Gate (Still from above video)
This picture has a great deal of meaning to me. I have sailed many times from the Berkeley Marina. I have flown RC planes in nearby parks, I have looked out from the Berkeley Hills where this shot was taken. The footage is wonderful. And Simon Christen has done a fantastic job showing a visual record of what it’s like to live in this beautiful part of the world.
~ Drew Di Genova
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Music by Nick Cave – Mary’s Song from the Soundtrack of “Assassination of Jesse James”
Body remembers that life and cries for
The lost parts of itself-
Opening like flowers into
The flesh…I swear I know
Just what the blue-gray scales
The rest of me would
..the very bones! How
They long to give up the long trek inland, the brittle
Beauty of understanding,
Become gain a flaming body
Of blind feeling…
Vanished like victory inside that
Insucking genesis, that
Roaring flamboyance, that
Conclusion of our own.
~ Mary Oliver
Advice doesn’t help lovers!
They’re not the kind of mountain stream
you can build a dam across.
An intellectual doesn’t know
what the drunk is feeling!
Don’t try to figure
what those lost inside love
will do next!
Someone in charge would give up all his power,
if he caught one whiff of the wine-musk
from the room where the lovers
are doing who-knows-what!
One of them tries to dig a hole through a mountain.
One flees from academic honors.
One laughs at famous mustaches!
Life freezes if it doesn’t get a taste
of this almond cake.
The stars come up spinning
every night, bewildered in love.
They’d grow tired
with that revolving, if they weren’t.
“How long do we have to do this!”
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.
Each note is a need coming through one of us,
a passion, a longing-pain.
Remember the lips
where the wind-breath originated,
and let your note be clear.
Don’t try to end it.
Be your note.
I’ll show you how it’s enough.
Go up on the roof at night
in this city of the soul.
Let everyone climb on their roofs
and sing their notes!