tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post1219739736891535494..comments2024-03-28T01:32:46.604-04:00Comments on 66 Square Feet (Plus): The QE2 leaves New YorkMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13632520557553405790noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-54090339228457560962008-10-18T20:29:00.000-04:002008-10-18T20:29:00.000-04:00Oh, heck! Now I'm feeling misty.There is, truly, s...Oh, heck! Now I'm feeling misty.<BR/>There is, truly, something about a vessel crafted to sail oceans as a part of a whole.<BR/>How lucky for us, so distant, that you give us the pictures and the words.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-18124789527115142252008-10-17T01:29:00.000-04:002008-10-17T01:29:00.000-04:00from Chapter 1, "Loomings" Circumambulate the city...from Chapter 1, "Loomings"<BR/> Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall northward. What do you see?—Posted like silent sentinels around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster—tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?<BR/> But look! Here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. they must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in. and there they stand—miles of them—leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, street sand avenues—north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needle of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither?my crofthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13484071987163894248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-69665292980823483352008-10-17T00:24:00.000-04:002008-10-17T00:24:00.000-04:00Oh, Marie. That was wonderful!Oh, Marie. That was wonderful!knithound brooklynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14650960985244466355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-4092943974585544962008-10-16T23:59:00.000-04:002008-10-16T23:59:00.000-04:00I can almost hear the horns... Thank you for the s...I can almost hear the horns... Thank you for the story, wish I'd been there...<BR/><BR/>It reminded me of similar magical moments, watched from aboard - the colored water columns of the fire boats when arriving in Osaka, and an old giant saluting the young prince (the late France, butchered into becoming the Norway, blowing her horns at the CM2, youngest and most graceful ship of the French cruise ship fleet) just off Charlotte Amalie in the Virgin Islands...)<BR/><BR/>Sigh. Thanks for the time machine. Beautiful giants on a timeless sea.Smoothmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17866977043552812061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-6016452623290511812008-10-16T23:26:00.000-04:002008-10-16T23:26:00.000-04:00I used to feel that way as a child, specially duri...I used to feel that way as a child, specially during violent summer thunderstorms at night when in the lull of the thunder, I could hear the train horn blowing miles away, and I knew then there was an order to the world, that things were humming along out there.<BR/><BR/>The last time I teared up unexpectedly, I emerged from a visit at the Met to the unexpected marching bands of a Columbian Day parade (if I remember the banners correctly.) Some times your just overwhelmed with beauty in most ordinary but spectacular things.Frankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02554893883207752597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-43741442893963097482008-10-16T19:39:00.000-04:002008-10-16T19:39:00.000-04:00You are something else. I teared up reading your p...You are something else. I teared up reading your post and then you top it all off MFK Fisher. <BR/>I think we're related.Mary Colemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04258358674611115100noreply@blogger.com