Ships’ Logs: Beyond Museica, Part 8
I am the gate toward the sea: O sailor men, pass out from me!
I hear you high on Lebanon, singing the marvels of the sea.
The dragon-green, the luminous, the dark, the serpent-haunted sea,
The snow-besprinkled wine of earth, the white-and-blue-flower foaming sea.
Beyond the sea are towns with towers, carved with lions and lily flowers,
And not a soul in all those lonely streets to while away the hours.
Beyond the towns, an isle where, bound, a naked giant bites the ground:
The shadow of a monstrous wing looms on his back: and still no sound.
Beyond the isle a rock that screams like madmen shouting in their dreams,
From whose dark issues night and day blood crashes in a thousand streams.
Beyond the rock is Restful Bay, where no wind breathes or ripple stirs,
And there on Roman ships, they say, stand rows of metal mariners.
Beyond the bay in utmost West old Solomon the Jewish King
Sits with his beard upon his breast, and grips and guards his magic ring:
And when that ring is stolen, he will rise in outraged majesty,
And take the World upon his back, and fling the World beyond the sea.
–James Elroy Flecker, “The Gates of Damascus,” from The Golden Journey to Samarkand
Date: August 6, 2007
Categories: Nonrandom Craziness
Welcome aboard!
What in the world…A giant floating pie! Now how did that get here? 
The great exploding pie, set either with a timer or remotely controlled, which can be directed towards an enemy ship and detonated at the right time! 
There’s no one here beside me.:sad: Am I expeiriencing the Cheetosies all by myself?
Kagy
