The Depressed Pelican

Darks

Sean Tucker. Edinburgh, Scotland

The Police, NYC, 1978, photographed by Lynn Goldsmith

Frank Hurley (1885–1962) :: A turreted berg lit by the midsummer midnight sun, 1913. Carbon print w/ added toning chemicals. First Australasian Antarctic Expedition. | src the National Gallery of Victoria.

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Big Salmon Lake, Ontario Canada (OC) - Author: lovelyb1ch66

Taken in the Masai Mara, Kenya Photographed by Jes Lefcourt

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Lovers, 1982, by Harry Holland

Excerpted from The Translations of Seamus Heaney by Seamus Heaney and edited by Marco Sonzogni. Published by Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Copyright © 2022 by The Estate of Seamus Heaney. Introduction and editorial material copyright © 2022. All rights reserved.

There is a certain grain to the soul that feels like crumbling stone. A texture of skin that merges with the texture of time, where the edges of the body begin to blur, leaving behind nothing but a vibration. ​It isn’t waiting; it’s persistence. ​Sometimes, space tightens until it becomes a single suspended note. A silent murmur etched into limestone, a wordless command floating in the air like a dust mote in a low beam of light. Listening no longer happens with the ears, but with the eyes - a gaze that cuts through walls to fathom the fertile void. ​Warmth is no longer a temperature; it is a shield. A layer of knit and cotton trying to hold onto whatever part of the self is seeking to evaporate. One becomes the crossroads where porcelain fragility meets the hardness of a wall that has seen too much, heard too much. ​In this golden haze, identity fades into atmosphere. One is no longer a name, but the breath held just before a voice tears through the tissue paper of silence. The echo of a voice that hasn't yet chosen its tone - the shadow of a thought that prefers remaining a secret over becoming a word. ​This is where life truly happens: in the interval, in the grain, in the imperceptible.