Beyond the Pale
For me, a crazy soul searching to shipwreck, an island is the best refuge I could ever find.And there are many kinds of islands where to take shelter as we look on tempests. This is one of my favourite.
Lucy,This poem dates back to a time when every day was a shipwreck and taking to the drifting boats was therefore a sort of modus operandi.The time was 1965, the place was a little town on the English coast of the North Sea, the song was by Ray Davies and the Kinks. It said almost everything I wanted to say about how it felt to be alive at the time.I'm on an IslandThe final line of the poem plays off a phrase by another of my touchstone writers of that period, the French poet Arthur Rimbaud:N'importe où au dehors de ce monde
Lucy,In case that taste of the Kinks makes you wish to see them performing live at that time, here's another of their wonderful songs of the period:Tired of WaitingAnd while I'm at the business of unfolding the little secrets of this post...The map is one of many maps of imaginary islands contained in the series of "voyages extraordinaires" of Jules Verne.In Deux Ans en vacances he relates the adventures of a group of schoolboys stranded on Chairman Island, a deserted isle in the South Pacific. His object was to create a Robinson Crusoe-esque environment for children, to show their ingenuity and courage when forced to develop survival skills in an extreme situation.The later English novel Lord of the Flies by William Golding owes much to Verne's novel.
As a pale teenager many years ago, I studied the principle of flow by committing this poem to memory. Thanks.
As a pale old man in this moment, I am studying this comment in hopes of rediscovering the key to the principle of flow.Thanks!
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