Monday, April 1, 2013

bottled history | a video

Yesterday, my grandfather would have celebrated his 82nd birthday.  He absolutely loved the sea.  This morning, I came across this video, part of the Smith Journal series by Australian filmmakers, Commoner Films.  From the moment I hit the play button, I immediately thought of Grandpa.  I think he would've enjoyed this story, and I think you will too.   Also, April is National Poetry Month.  I thought maybe you'd enjoy a little bit of Whitman today as well.

After the sea-ship, after the whistling winds,
After the white-gray sails taut to their spars and ropes,
Below, a myriad myriad waves hasting, lifting up their necks,
Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship,
Waves of the ocean bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,
Waves, undulating waves, liquid, uneven, emulous waves,
Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,
Where the great vessel sailing and tacking displaced the surface,
Larger and smaller waves in the spread of the ocean yearn fully flowing,
The wake of the sea-ship after she passes, flashing and frolicsome under the sun,
A motley procession with many a fleck of foam and many fragments,
Following the stately and rapid ship, in the wake following.

After the Sea-Ship by Walt Whitman

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