Evening.
A storm front is passing. Lightning and thunder. Not cataclysmic. I wish it were more severe. I wish I were in it in GANNET far offshore. This year has been too easy for me. I need greater challenges.
I just watched Clint Eastwood’s THE UNFORGIVEN, which I first saw in Littleton, New Hampshire in 1992, not long after I sank RESURGAM.
I saw it then with people I thought were friends who proved only to be acquaintances. A too frequent occurrence in my life, as perhaps it has been in yours,
As I have written I was formed by legends of the American West and ancient Greece. The most fundamental fact of my life is that I wanted to live a life equal to those legends. Unabashedly I wanted to live an epic life. Whether I have is a matter of opinion. If you have been here a while you may remember the story of Abraham Lincoln at his cabinet meeting and know the only opinion that actually matters to me.
The storm is outside. I am inside, listening to Erik Satie’s TROIS GYMNOPEDIES on headphones. A glass of bourbon is to my left.
Life is hard. I have always sought to make it as easy as possible. But though seriously old, I still have strength that longs to be challenged. I wish I were at sea.
