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[ghazalah]

For Stephen, between fate and fate
Indian Ocean, 1804

They were poised high above the surface of the sea... Stephen had asked him a question. 'Had he ever considered the ship thus seen as a figure of the present -- the untouched sea before it as the future -- the bow-wave as the moment of perception, of immediate existence?'

--H.M.S. Surprise

Comments

[tuff_ghost]

GUH. that's perfection, right there.

[ghazalah]

Poets, eh? They kill you, then revive you, then kill you again. Bastards.

[sparowe]

"I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare."

The poem is perfect to the quote, and this line is perfect to how Stephen seems to observe himself. Watching what he must do with the detatchment of a stranger, yet cutting himself to the quick as only an intimate ever could.

[ghazalah]

I'd like to erase whatever it was that made him that way.

[sparowe]

Find it in writing, and type it out?

[ghazalah]

Something like that, except O'Brian never wrote it. I suspect the Irish Rebellion. What do you suspect?