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Date Posted: 02:06:40 10/30/03 Thu
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: webcacheB04a.cache.pol.co.uk / 195.92.168.166
Subject: Re: Captain Squirrel
In reply to: Gray 's message, "Re: Captain Squirrel" on 23:15:34 10/29/03 Wed

Yes I know exactly what you mean.

Thanks for arousing my curiosity and for the explanation :)

Raphaela

>Thanks, yeah, "it" is intended as "love", at least,
>well, to the extent that it can mean "life" or even
>"God"... but not sure I wanted to imply that far, you
>know what I mean? "Love" was most probably my initial
>intention... though, I am admitting here that the "it"
>was fairly amorphous from the beginning, even in my
>own mind.
>
>Regardless, thanks for noticing... (;
>
>>I like the extended imagery used here - it works well.
>>
>>Just a little puzzled by the word 'it'
>>
>>'It lives and dies
>>Like an ocean,'
>>
>>as it moves from the impersonal 3rd person to the
>>first person narrative - unless it symbolises 'love'.
>>
>>Raphaela
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>>Captain Squirrel
>>>
>>>It lives and dies
>>>Like an ocean,
>>>Where the desperate boats
>>>Turn blind
>>>Toward any random
>>>Destination...
>>>
>>>I've lashed myself
>>>To that wheel or mast,
>>>And rejoiced!
>>>Laughed!
>>>Or cursed!
>>>The spray...
>>>
>>>Each voyage my last...
>>>
>>>All this damn
>>>Time spent sailin'...
>>>
>>>And the vendors and crooks
>>>Come to shore with their
>>>Boxes and trinkets...
>>>From the decks and the towns
>>>With the salt-air still
>>>Wet on their blankets...
>>>
>>>They scurry and trade
>>>Unafraid of the loss
>>>Or the gain...
>>>Like something
>>>Inside them remains...
>>>
>>>That which cannot be taken.
>>>
>>>Now your moon and your tide
>>>Still glide on the curve of my home,
>>>Toward the port, or the stars
>>>I'll ride 'til the planks
>>>Become foam...
>>>
>>>On that day
>>>I'll swim and
>>>Dive 'til I die
>>>There alone.
>>>
>>>Where an old stone still broken
>>>Will sink to the bottom...
>>>To be, at last, blessed
>>>To the silt of the rest...
>>>
>>>At last!
>>>To be finally taken.
>>>
>>>-Gray Squirrel

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