tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post114844393574992801..comments2023-08-22T21:11:59.355+12:00Comments on pohanginapete: Southerly frontpohanginapetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11463792721091291063noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1150345946265646762006-06-15T16:32:00.000+12:002006-06-15T16:32:00.000+12:00no: Watching waves, the way they break and curl, t...no: Watching waves, the way they break and curl, the sound of them... sometimes it's simply beautiful, sometimes a little frightening, always entrancing. A bit like love in those respects, too. Glad the photos moved you. :^)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1150338508394440212006-06-15T14:28:00.000+12:002006-06-15T14:28:00.000+12:00Water dances, those photographs. Browsing and read...Water dances, those photographs. Browsing and reading through your posts I was stopped by the green water. Quickly caught my breath at the wonder of them. How did you ever stop the water so that you can still feel its motion? It's like looking at a movie, or a window on the ocean. Just pure movement in a dreamlike blur of colour. And for me, pure love.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1148850238557464012006-05-29T09:03:00.000+12:002006-05-29T09:03:00.000+12:00Debbie: I wonder, is mindlessness closer to death ...Debbie: I wonder, is mindlessness closer to death or life? But that sets up a dualism; a construct of the mind, an intellectual exercise. In fact, I have some difficulty using the word "mindless", because it has pejorative connotations which can antagonise my intended meaning of the word. To me, "mindlessness" also (perhaps even primarily?) has the sense of being caught up in "being" — closely Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1148824514386952072006-05-29T01:55:00.000+12:002006-05-29T01:55:00.000+12:00Wonderful Oceanscapes. Here I am finally thawing o...Wonderful Oceanscapes. Here I am finally thawing out, and looking forward to summer, and you make me yearn for winter storms and a cosy blanket, with a curled cat.Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1148796821856416832006-05-28T18:13:00.000+12:002006-05-28T18:13:00.000+12:00Pete,After reading this and the latest post consec...Pete,<BR/><BR/>After reading this and the latest post consecutively, I am drawn to how the natural world provides you with intimations of oblivion—in the previous one it is death, in this one mindlessness. The mindlessness is wonderfully expressed!--“This, I thought, is what it means to be mindless. I reached down and ran my hand once over Ralph’s head”—I love the impossibility of the first DJ Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12128863459812204815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1148707438383609612006-05-27T17:23:00.000+12:002006-05-27T17:23:00.000+12:00thanks for the don mckay link. finger pointing at...thanks for the don mckay link. finger pointing at the moon - a remarkable piece of writing. superb. reminded me of a phrase from neruda 'university of the waves'. your posts are always full to bursting pete. also remarkable. (o)Adagiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00633098196664852482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1148689833603506242006-05-27T12:30:00.000+12:002006-05-27T12:30:00.000+12:00Robin, thankyou: knowing the words have been read ...Robin, thankyou: knowing the words have been read repeatedly is one of the greatest compliments for anyone writing. :^D<BR/><BR/>YSWlf: glad you're back! and I'm grateful for the encouragement. It took a while to learn how to see what the light did with the water; what the water did around the rocks — but that was much of the delight of being there. Paying attention with a purpose, I suppose. (Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1148671882319385372006-05-27T07:31:00.000+12:002006-05-27T07:31:00.000+12:00what a gorgeous weaving of image and word - i can ...what a gorgeous weaving of image and word - i can nearly smell the ozone tang in the air, blending neatly with the salty seas. you are at home with your images (both written and photographed) and they feel perfect. i especially love the light in the fourth image. it is good to be back in touch and catching up with all that has been written and seen while i was away!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1148665823710710312006-05-27T05:50:00.000+12:002006-05-27T05:50:00.000+12:00I've come back a few times to read and re-read thi...I've come back a few times to read and re-read this post. There are so many ways here that the earth articulates its passions. Your words and photographs convey so much of it, beautifully and eloquently.robin andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06386655587963143782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1148621645800890442006-05-26T17:34:00.000+12:002006-05-26T17:34:00.000+12:00Thanks Lené; interesting to hear your thoughts on ...Thanks Lené; interesting to hear your thoughts on the words and photos. Each medium has its strengths and constraints, and I hope I never have to choose one over the other.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1148609384602265092006-05-26T14:09:00.000+12:002006-05-26T14:09:00.000+12:00What an AWESOME post, pohanginapete. Wow. I was ...What an AWESOME post, pohanginapete. Wow. I was fully engaged in your ocean by the words. The photos are fantastic, but they do not carry the way language does--the way the poetry you used, does. Thank you for both--for feeding different places in the soul with your collaboration.Lené Garyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10018280698586741856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1148600561285372612006-05-26T11:42:00.000+12:002006-05-26T11:42:00.000+12:00Thanks Bev. I'm looking forward to getting back t...Thanks Bev. I'm looking forward to getting back there in a couple of weeks' time; biking along the coast again; watching the waves coming in around the rocks and up and along the beach. The movement's entrancing; similar to but different from the way rivers move.pohanginapetehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11463792721091291063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1148590979950447312006-05-26T09:02:00.000+12:002006-05-26T09:02:00.000+12:00Beautiful piece, Pete, and wonderful photo of the ...Beautiful piece, Pete, and wonderful photo of the water swirling around the rock. I love watching that interaction between waves and rocks, when those hollows and ridges that form as the water swirls by. Your photo captures the dynamics so well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1148503904376827572006-05-25T08:51:00.000+12:002006-05-25T08:51:00.000+12:00Thanks Duncan :^) What's the old adage? Something ...Thanks Duncan :^) What's the old adage? Something about there being no bad weather, just an inappropriate attitude?<BR/><BR/>Kiwisoupgirl: I like "earthshake" — nice. Were you in Wellington that day? Or did you mean it figuratively (in which case, thanks!) <BR/><BR/>Brenda, thanks, and I'm interested you should include "hopeful" in your description of that phrase. The phrase felt right, but I Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1148483376907662292006-05-25T03:09:00.000+12:002006-05-25T03:09:00.000+12:00Great stuff, Pete. "drained of physical energy but...Great stuff, Pete. <BR/><BR/>"drained of physical energy but full of poise" <BR/><BR/>What a powerful, hopeful phrase. I'll keep these words nearby today as I try to make my way into my thinking.<BR/><BR/>I have several books by Don McKay, including <I>Camber</I>, a volume of selected poems which contains the one you've quoted.Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1148450593619887322006-05-24T18:03:00.000+12:002006-05-24T18:03:00.000+12:00Wow...such an honour to have joined you on your jo...Wow...such an honour to have joined you on your journey that day, Pete. Such a pleasure also, as always...!<BR/><BR/>Oh, yes...there is nothing more ALIVE than the Wellington harbour in a storm - envigorating and intimidating all at the same time...awesome! It seems you were privileged to also feel Gaia stretching herself a little - an early morning earthshake (as my daughter used to call them KSGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863741969614656250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1148447224568655552006-05-24T17:07:00.000+12:002006-05-24T17:07:00.000+12:00Magnificent writing and pictures Pete. I love wild...Magnificent writing and pictures Pete. I love wild weather, occasionally!Duncanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12182951711946882353noreply@blogger.com