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Wanderlust : adventures in space

Updated: Jul 29

Going for a walk nowadays feels like a space mission :


A bottle of red, Félicette, dedicated to adventurous souls.

Face shield? Mask? Check.

Hand sanitiser? Check.


Space suit? We wish.


I wish we could wander, off-radar, footloose in urban space.


Instead we walk as the crow flies—

shortest distance between two points, no meandering allowed.


I've always been a wayfarer, slowing down to read the writing on the wall, to Hipsta-frame the round things at our feet. Stop-look-see, upside-down-sideways.


Look at that straight line running left-to-right through the middle of the graph :


Sound spectrum - Crows of CRAB Park

That's not me. I'm all the other ones, peaking above and below.


That's how we—Bert and me—came to be at CRAB Park (Vancouver) recording crows.

Wayfaring; singing the song of landscape poets—miles of irregular verse punctuated with pausa, ossia and extensive foot-notes. Concrete poetry, if you pave.


I miss these walking adventures : the wonder of wander. The joy of discovering another of John's haiku tags (see earlier post), each a hidden room, a forgotten land, a secret planet to explore.


Nowadays, these are the planets seen on our board walks :


"Graffiti" boards, Gastown

I walk the way I write. Freely.


Writing is my new old normal for walking-in-place; wanderlust momentarily satisfied by words in absolute rhythm*, in the textured soundscapes of this blog :


Catchy title? Check.

Unique content? Check.


Poetic space? Getting there.


Ezra Pound, American poet, on the "absolute rhythm" in poetry :

Rhythm. - I believe in an 'absolute rhythm', a rhythm, that is, in poetry which corresponds exactly to the emotion or shade of emotion to be expressed. A man's rhythm must be interpretative, it will be, therefore, in the end, his own, uncounterfeiting, uncounterfeitable.















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