the beards of contempletive science
ensconced in wood paneled rooms
debate at length
the profundities.
The stewards of the elements conjure
majique at every turn.
for the hours spent with logic and algorythms
is there much that we have learned?
an hour in nature
amongst the elementals
could not mark us all
as men of great learning
whilst within the wood paneled walls
lies unrequited yearning.
…ambrose…
I heard god
was out surfing
last evening
I missed it.
An evening walk at the mouth of the Wailua
A round stone in the sand
Smooth and shiney,
dense and black.
A totem or an icon?
A tear from Pele?
Surely a sign from god
The Sculptor has no equal
majique at every turn.
I walk the same path
heft the same stone.
The weight, the color, the flecks of green
speak of the volcanic birth
of magma rich in iron and magnesium silicate
of the recycled ocean floor
melted by a plume of unimaginable heat
a flare in the firey bowels
of Mother Earth
Of olivine growing in a glowing soup
magnetically aligned
then frozen in time
layer upon layer until
Kauai emerges from the ancient sea
A sign post in
the wood paneled rooms
A beacon that tells
of a plate shifting
its track
at the birth of the mighty San Andreas
A stone that tells of
the earthquake that shook
the mountain
sifting debris to the valley below
or of a river that cut
deep into the Sleeping Giant
or the floods that washed the rock
a few feet at a time
Or the waves that polished the basalt
with shells, sand and coral
into the round shiney stone
for you to find on a walk
at the mouth of the Wailua
Who’s to say who saw more
or felt
the pulse of nature.
That a single stone could speak so much
to those in the wood paneled room
and say so little
to those who choose not to listen.
Yes. This is all magic.
I hear you ambrose.
Nothing wrong with a heated debate…but at some point the Poindexters need to take off their lab coats, put down their slide rules…and go jump in the water and see what’s really happening.
amen to all of the above.
in the words of thoreau, ‘every walk in the woods is a religious rite, every bath in the stream a saving ordinance.’ i wonder what he would have written had he ever surfed.
surfing, at least for me, is a very spiritual activity. i’m more interested in the metaphysics than the physics.
&, yes ambrose, i do believe in magic, what aslan king of narnia calls ‘the deep magic from before the dawn of time.’
still prefer these local classics…
“chaloookyu eensai” (Try Look You Inside!) and Avebade Bade (Everybodys Body)
by Jozuf “Bradajo” Hadley
excerpts of universal truth…
"I watching da rain on top da wind
only smallkine rain, dis one
it make plenny smallkine spot of wata
and den one spot, he like marry da adda spot, eh?
and den bumbai get family
dey rolling down da window."
or
"I was sit down on top one rock, eh?
eenside da bushes
for I like be quiet, eh?
ovah dea."
feels like IZ singing
the rest of this hyperbole on god’s truth of design stuff is giving me a migraine.
straight lines and angles exist much more disgustingly in life than on paper.
An unexpected salt water enema or sinus flush every now and then does wonders for the brain
Actually I’m a Lit BA. Romantic, pantheistic, transcendentalist, like that. I will take up a sharpened quill against a poindexter though, if he’s selling a bag of manure about something I am passionate about. My totem animal is the alligator, okay? Dig it or not.
" an hour in nature
amongst the elementals
could not mark us all
as men of great learning"
…all the theory , “physics” and mass debating that has been going on here lately will not help your rail hold in on a bottom turn , you make a section , or even help you paddle , if there is no “practical unit” being undertaken . Riding a board , not just ‘theorising’ about it .
ben
" Nothing wrong with a heated debate"
PLENTY wrong with a heated debate .
It takes all the stoke out of coming here .
ben
Yeah, where the hell can I get an orange wettie from?
spray can .
Sheez! that easy - thanks again Swaylocks
PLENTY wrong with a heated debate .
I’m going to have to start a debate on that with you.
great maji possess understanding
dey cry of their incomplete knowlege
some times a smoke screen
revealing an incremental
fact at a time
alowing apprentices
an oppertunity
to learn to learn.
olivene?
was andreas
pele’s lover?
by another name
one might choose to think so
did pele open the cleft
or was maui andreas?
You know Maui…
he was the one who pulled hawaii up from
the bottom of the ocean
while his brothers paddled
[what a painting]
black stones where wailua meets the sea
are very rare.
most common when humans
introduce river bed stones
to the sand mantle.
smoothe and shiny?
a tool left at the city of refuge
perhaps to polish a watercraft
fallen to the sand
apprehended
before
disapearing
into
the abyss of sand
that fills the rivermouth cleft
See the sand of wailua
proceed out to sea in even drifts
underwater to the depths
unmolested
by the coral ,
that coral
cannot survive
in fresh water.
the water runs green at the wailua
I thought it was green
because it was water
that was fresh not salty
like the blue water outside
fresh?
could it be the olivine?
now I might suspect
particulates are in play
…ambrose…
.
Yeah, I remember my first acid trip.
So, do you think there are to many master debaters here?
no, just mass debaters
( )
with little sense of humour
so …as the signature says …
…all the theory , “physics” and mass debating that has been going on here lately will not help your rail hold in on a bottom turn , you make a section , or even help you paddle , if there is no “practical unit” being undertaken . Riding a board , not just ‘theorising’ about it .
Ah yes but without the examination of many things in the downtime the water time will suffer. Angry debate is merely argument, but real debate and exchange is a Third Eye Opener. I can think of at least two occasions that simple statements have pulled my concepts of certain aspects of surfing inside out…something which rarely, if in fact ever, happens at a beach anymore, at a surf shop, and certainly never did at a trade show.