Soundings of Big Sur

Hemingway’s council for writers was never to fully empty the creative well but to always leave something untapped. The little one doesn’t expel grows and upon returning to pen and paper the writer finds plenty has amassed while on furlough. Hemingway understood inspiration. Discipline or pressing on is crucial in any process, but in the end we simply cannot make unless we are moved –  a stirring of some measure.

In July I visited Big Sur. It stands as a fortress against fiber optics and demands attention. Everyone we met stood in awe of such an impressive and immersive landscape. We looked leeward to mountains draped in flora, splendid in their own right. We looked windward from vistas affording overwhelming impressions of the largest ocean on the planet – the Pacific.

It took little to no discipline to write in the shadow of such surroundings, a torrent of inspiration. In Big Sur we were driven to the grandest of distractions.

*Sounding – The action or process of measuring depth.

BIXBY  In cloud near ancient chasm bridged  We mortals swarm by infant impulse  To paint ourselves over terra's remnant scars  On pocket-sized cave walls
BIXBY
In cloud near ancient chasm bridged
We mortals swarm by infant impulse
To paint ourselves over terra’s remnant scars
On pocket-sized cave walls

 

SAN SIMEON  Wind and wave cleve in ear Near patchwork hills crowned with rust While tethered in the turquoise Sway trees we've yet to murder
SAN SIMEON
Wind and wave cleve in ear
Near patchwork hills crowned with rust
While tethered in the turquoise
Sway trees we’ve yet to murder

 

GORDA Shelter's made through inclination  As glass swells and Spirit broods We crack shells to share the yoke  A meal to lift the burden
GORDA
Shelter’s made through inclination
As glass swells and Spirit broods
We crack shells to share the yoke
A meal to lift the burden

 

LOS BURROS Blue flesh breathes over shoulder  Where tectonic teardrops dwarfed  By all that's gone and all that's yet  Erode in white awaiting union
LOS BURROS
Blue flesh breathes over shoulder
Where tectonic teardrops dwarfed
By all that’s gone and all that’s yet
Erode in white awaiting union

 

PARTINGTON COVE  Volcanic veins with life adorned  Lay helpless in the rapid merge  What distant molten fury formed Is now diminished in the surge
PARTINGTON COVE
Volcanic veins with life adorned
Lay hapless in the rapid merge
What distant molten fury formed
Is now diminished in the surge

 

TELOS The cave a'shimmer  Our fullness measured  Shadows crawl as we retreat Back into the sonic boom
TELOS
The cave a’shimmer
Our fullness measured
Shadows crawl as we retreat
Back into the sonic boom