Quotes about rigging, page 2
Rigging a loudspeaker and a microphone at both ends of a sewer pipe.
quote by Leonard Chess
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A low line of shore was visible at first on the right between the movement of the waves and fog, but when we came further it was lost sight of, and nothing could be seen but the mist curling in the rigging, and a small circle of foam.
quote by John Millington Synge
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There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft, without an inch of rigging on; I looked and looked - and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water, and moor herself within my room - my daughter! O my daughter!
quote by George Washington Cable
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Cold Sailing
Waves enfold waves.
With rolling swell
we rise and fall.
Through deafening static
of storm-struck air
I hear the rigging’s
ringing fear
as under the bridge
titanic ships
plow darker paths
through
shadowed bay.
With sails engorged,
swiftly
we fly away!
poem by Steven Federle
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Storm at Sausalito
Sailboats lashed to the pier,
ebon masts, dark trees bare
with tightly shrouded canvas sail,
rigging singing in the gale,
pier groaning, grey waves grind
clinging sloops to taut lines,
steel bulwarks rise and fall
against gleaming, cool jetty walls.
poem by Steven Federle
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Discord in Childhood
Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips,
And at night when the wind arose, the lash of the tree
Shrieked and slashed the wind, as a ship’s
Weird rigging in a storm shrieks hideously.
Within the house two voices arose in anger, a slender lash
Whistling delirious rage, and the dreadful sound
Of a thick lash booming and bruising, until it drowned
The other voice in a silence of blood, ’neath the noise of the ash.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Louisville, CO/2000
Pour into glasses
and dreams slowly bubbly
Achieving islands uninterrupted rigging
dusk weeping face
Maybe the sky was blue beyond
Between Louisville was a stranded island
Within self-guzzler
Within pedestrian
Shoes stepped between snow
Who never stopped looking for shelter
Cold air from the storm outside
The islands are left in a staggered
The legs do not tick-early evening hours
in the hands of
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poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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Dream of fog and mist (if you can)
If you can…
Dream of beaches
Dream of fog
that slides ashore
And If you can…
Learn what it teaches
Before the fog returns
To the sea once more
Dream of yardarms…
Of dripping rigging
Of treasure chests
Just ripe for digging
Dream of islands
With crystal sand
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poem by David Whalen
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The Great Lament Of My Obscurity Three
where we live the flowers of the clocks catch fire and the plumes encircle the brightness in the distant sulphur morning the cows lick the salt lilies
my son
my son
let us always shuffle through the colour of the world
which looks bluer than the subway and astronomy
we are too thin
we have no mouth
our legs are stiff and knock together
our faces are formeless like the stars
crystal points without strength burned basilica
mad : the zigzags crack
telephone
bite the rigging liquefy
the arc
climb
astral
memory
towards the north through its double fruit
like raw flesh
hunger fire blood
poem by Tristan Tzara
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Southwold Sunset
Sizewell`s exploded, you said
as the dying sun
grows immense in your eyes,
and gulls collide
in the bloodshot sky.
We chance our arm and walk
harbour jetties with their
treacherous-green patina,
to ogle yachts
as rigging blocks gently toll,
and masts like giant batons conduct
the three beat measure
of an incoming tide.
Autumn can still taste summer,
so we go al fresco
at the Harbour Inn,
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poem by Bob Dellar
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