I think particularly of

Fishing provides that connection with the whole living world. It gives you the opportunity of being totally immersed, turning back into yourself in a good way. A form of meditation, some form of communion with levels of yourself that are deeper than the ordinary self.
Ted, you bastard, with your fucking fish. I cannot take another pike. I will not take another pike. I pike on pike. Pike on pike on hawk on crow on wolf on wood on wire on wire.
He says: what happened casually remains
She says: The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it.
Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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