Thursday

December 30, 2004


Tsunami

 

 

 

 

I will probably not issue anything tonight.  

"Issue"?  

 

Send?   

 

 

 

 

 

 

What music is there for anguish?

 

Music that allows anguish to flow, or even to convey it.

 

 

 

The light of this enormous catastrophe makes

 

me

 

 

see evil in me.

 

 

I don't yet know what my conclusion will be here, later.  So this may go nowhere.

 

 

 

 

Rocketing past a count of one hundred thousand horrible deaths, this week.

 

 

 

 

What could a hundred thousand

precious lives

look like?

 

 

 

I can't comprehend.

 

 

The worst tsunami of a lifetime

 

 

I hope.

 

I hope,     I hope.

 

With others

I talk about the coast

 

 

 

 

It shines,

Eric,

on you.

 

 

 

 

I'm trying to publish-issue-send a collection

of images,
words,
pages,

 

talking about love

 

 

and good things.

 

 

I am blessed.

 

That feels good to say.

 

I am blessed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eric

what will you do?

 

 

 

 

ERIC

what will you do?

 

 

 

 

This page may survive past the emotional-memory 

of the images

 

of heartbreaking catastrophe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Composing Christmas wishes to send

 

and not sending them.

 

 

Best wishes for the coming new year...

 

 

 

And was preparing to finish something

 

something of love

 

and about it.

 

 

 

 

Can I contemplate it?

 

 

 

Why such paradoxes?  

I am blessed

 

Why such contradictions?

So many die

and lose so much


 

How can I be so fortunate?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Light shining on me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So much light

 

on so much good fortune

 

I almost say,

 

 

 

Help!"

 

 

 

 

 

CBC 

 

 

 

 

This page may survive past the memory 

of such tragedy

 

and this may painfully feel like nonsense to me

when I read it.

 

 

 

 

 

Eric,

What will you do?

 

 

For them?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I listen to music for comfort

 

Can I comfort you?

 

I write as though this is read by someone who has forgotten.

 

But are you now seeing, and feeling this tragedy?

 

Can I send my comfort to you,

Since,

at this moment I cannot comfort those who most need it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eric, do something.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eric, finish this, and do something.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have several CDs of Asian music here from the library

 

Asian, African, Indian

 

 

 

 

I play them, searching for something that relates to this tragedy.

 

 

They energize me.  

 

I hear beauty, energy, strength.

 

 

 

A beautiful people

 

beautiful.

 

 

 

 

 

They are not singing now.

 

 

 

 

 

Or are they?

 

 

 

 

 

 

I bet they are.

 

 

 

Songs will break out.

 

 

Songs of anguish.

 

 

Songs - if there is such a thing -  of  pain, 

                                                   sorrow,

                                                        loss,

                                                   anguish

 

 

 

 

and maybe,

 

 

hope.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thanksgiving

and awe

for those who are lost.

 

So many of them.

 

So very many of them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eric,

What will YOU do?

 

 

 

 

 

Tonight, you are going to get tired

 

 

Will you do something?

 

And finish some words too?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What music is there, for

 

 

 

 

Can't remember what I was getting at, back there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm lacking the music, 

 

for this event.

 

 

Nothing fits.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blessings to you.

 

I don't know who you are,

 

But I treasure your life.  I thank God for you, alive.

 

 

And I see those dying, and those left behind.

 

 

 

 

And I feel their light on me

 

 

 

 

 

and I die

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the morning

 

Eric,

 

 

 

Have you done anything?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Swine Hall

Tangent

Created: December 30, 2004   Last updated: January 11, 2005

2004 Eric Porcher