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  37.     

Exepts From 60 Pour Caprices For A Long Distance Swimer

A friend asks why I swim. Why not a movie? A drink? Dinner? I answer that I swim for strength,
For rippling triceps and a dimple in my thigh. I hide the lie with a stroke: I swim for the silence of the water.
2. An older woman stopped swimming and watched me. What a graceful stroke! What she loved, of course, was the mirrored beauty of her youth-the forgotten pleasure of her toughened skin.
3. The water undulates like a womb I do not remember. My fingers poke through for life. The air is unfamiliar.
4. I tell a friend that life is water. With a pretended fluidity his heart mimics the ocean but he cannot swim. He answers that a cell full of water explodes.
5. Seventy-year old women stand naked in the locker room. Some use walkers, others have artificial hips, scarred legs and missing breasts, still, they love this morning swim with the distant sun rising.
6. In these women, I witness how I too will age. I avert my eyes, move to far lanes and other shadows.
7. I swim past men to prove my strength after years of 'throwing like a girl, ' I lap them twice.
10. I tap slower swimmers' feet to pass them. Their skin startles me, as though I've come upon schools of spot running south for winter.
15. I dream of fire. I dream of fire and combustion. The things water does not heal.
17. How do we breathe underwater? A moment without air is magic. Through goggles, I watch the bubbles insist on my life.
18. Fifty others swim in the pool. Water molecules vibrate with our personalities. I swallow each person's breath, yet remain alone.
21. This-is-the-point-where I always-want to stop. Turn-legs-ache-lungs heave-arms weary-the distance-is forever-force the push-break water.
22. Every morning, two crows perch near the pool's glass doors and peck madly at their reflections. When no one watches, I jump out of the pool and run, arms raised and mouth squawking, to chase them away.
23. Then all three of us jump-the crows with fright to the sky-and me, chilled, to the diving well.
24. Every other breath my face sculpts a water mask.
26. Blood throbs, echoing the physics of water and sound. It sets up a rhythm between myself and other swimmers.
29. At a certain angle, the hand slices sheets of water. This requires a force the body is unaware of, even as pounds of water move away like the curtain rising over the first act.
30. What does it mean to drown in a dream? Is there the hope of bellying-up like a fish? Are we forced to forget breathing?
31. Some days there is no difference between sleep and dreams, between swimming and drowning, water and air.
36. After a winter of depression, inches of sadness float across the pool.
37. Sometimes, breathing, the heaviness of my own life amazes me. Sucking on air, I consume the world.
'40. Breaststroke beads the surface like mercury on skin. I'm a skeet barely touching water, needing it only to serve my own motion.
41. I try to describe my father, but he eludes me, fast as a rock skipping the ocean. I try to describe my mother, but she is too much myself-familiar as oxygen gurgling about my waist.
42. I learned to walk because my sister was born and I knew that I would never be carried again.
43. I learned to swim because my father threw me in the deep end and shouted 'Swim! '
44. I sweat in the water and my face is cooled, ice cooled on ice.
 
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  38.     

Something About Rivers Sings

Always in my heart my mind my soul
there has been something about rivers;
for me rivers sing, tugging at my heart strings...
with an ebb and flow, that will not, let go soul -

Fishing on river banks on wharves is a nice delight
to bait hooks in time honoured anticipation of bite;
first upon hook strike from depths in waters out of sight...
to pull in long line oh joy to reel in rod line cast -

On river banks standing thinking enjoying
watching currents whirlpool ebb and flow;
there is a peace, which first appreciates calms...
then time comes an urge, to dive in to swim now -

Dive in to swim still waters is not good for fishing
but oh the call the call of cool waters hot day waiting;
even on rainy days or in chill winter creeks fast running...
in high mountain alps with young ice cold water baiting -

would not Sam the water rat release swim desire pounding
rush joy fast rapid flow in high pass mountain waters leaving;
within my soul screams swim swim immerse within swimming...
chill winter call on flesh under water fast swimming swimming -

means chill air bite exposure wind is not winning winning
soul in joy is moments free moments bliss bliss living living;
old river time in high mountain creeks is young young calling...
water time shifting changing terrains climates is bewitching -

Always in my heart my mind my soul
there has been something about rivers;
tugging at my heart strings, for me rivers sing...
with an ebb and flow that will not let soul go -


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  39.     

Against The Tide

They say there are some place that aren't meant for me
And some things that I cannot be
They seem to think I came along for the ride
Yes, they believe that I have got no pride

But though I swim, swim against the tide
I wont be, I wont be denied

For too long I've been on your sleigh
Watching you directing the way
Yet the scenery hasn't changed since we left the bay
Its time for you to get out of my way

Cause though I swim, swim against the tide
I wont be I wont be denied

I'm not just here for the ride
I've got my eyes on the prize
But you, you are in my way
Criticize, victimize, give me the reins

Cause though I swim, swim against the tide
I wont be, I'll never be denied
 
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  40.     

Kokology 15

1. A small baby whale swimming behind its gigantic mother.
2. A baby whale snuggling close to its mother’s belly.
3. A father and mother whale swimming with their baby.
4. A baby whale blowing a water spout as it swims off alone.

Answer Key (Click link below)
The whale is a common instance of Jung’s “Great Mother” archetype. The relationship you imagined between the whales in this scene linked to the feelings you have about your own relationship with your mother.
1. A small baby whale swimming behind its gigantic mother.

The role of the mother is almost overwhelmingly important to you. It may be that your own mother is influencing the way you act and think even now that you’re an adult. It might be a good idea to cut away some of those apron strings and work toward a new level of independence. After all, your mother didn’t raise you to be a child forever.

2. A baby whale snuggling close to its mothers belly.

You crave physical affection. It’s natural and normal to feel the need for human warmth, but you feel that need more than others. Men who gave this answer should be especially careful not to look to their partners to play the role of the surrogate mother-playing mommy’s little boy is no way to run a mature romance.

3. A father and mother whale swimming with their baby.

You have an equal appreciation for the roles of both your mother and your father (the father is often forgotten about in these types of imaginary scenes) . As a child, your home life was most likely happy and secure, and the result is your balanced outlook on life.

4. A baby whale blowing a water spout as it swims off alone.

You have achieved personal autonomy and are well on your way to real growth as an individual, but your insistence on being your own person can sometimes make you appear to be willful, headstrong or just plain selfish. Take care not to be so individualistic that you alienate the people around you.
 
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