suivre l’onde amère
words from a lifetime ago
what dredged them
to the surface
if not this night’s
precipitous drop
.
what precipitated it
who can say
a tide it changes
anything
might lurk
deep waters, etc.,
au fil de l’eau
il n’y ait plus rien ( à perdre)
.
the point
being one cannot
actually follow
a wave
from shore (at least)
it breaks–
any return
is subtextual
e.g. subtly below
the water’s surface
.
I feel sharp
about these words
wave wave bitter wave
l’onde is far superior
in imbuing
a sense
.
but still a chase
implies (requires?)
a space
.
tonight
I cannot fill it
no known tongue
or language
will suffice
everything
like failed
skipped rocks
mots noyé
inundate
sodden
the implication
is always
sinking–
OPTIONAL POETRY 
yes, perfect – the futility of words in describing phenomenological things – eg. a wave crashing…
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even worse when you have multiple languages to work with and still can’t figure out how to say it…
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Calvino’s Mr. Palomar comes immediately to mind “Lettura di un’onda”
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It’s been too long since I’ve read Calvino, thank you for the timely reminder 🙂
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