Anodyne
Friday, March 09, 2007
 
Sunset aboard the MV Queen of Oak Bay. Through the forward lounge's big windows, the dim black bulk of Bowen Island's Cape Roger Curtis emerges from the gloom. Far ahead, the winking lights of Passage Island, West Vancouver, and, nine miles distant, the bridge and city, rising as if suspended in dark blue air. Heavy turbulence. The huge vessel shakes and slides in the foaming, steep-sided swells, judders like a loaded 747 on approach to LAX. I'm reading Lefebvre and making notes for a public lecture on emulation and neo-avant-garde, and my pen keeps slipping sideways on the page, adding long gestural slashes to my y's and t's. The lights flicker. Lots of nervous chat in the forward lounge, the bang of the bow against the waves clearly audible from five floors up.
- posted by cjb @ 7:38 PM


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