THIRTYARDS
Bass Fishing. At the pace of the saltwater flyfishing coast. Wexford, Ireland – est 2003.
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‘I had my existence. I was there. Me in my place and the place in me.’ Seamus Heaney
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The timeless waves, bright, sifting, broken glass, Came dazzling around, into the rocks, Came glinting, sifting from the Americas. – S.Heaney
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I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, – M.Oliver
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It don’t do you no nevermind to tell nobody nothing. – T.McGuane
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A man is never lost at sea. – E.Hemingway
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The sea is the sea. The old man is an old man. The boy is a boy and the fish is a fish. The shark are all sharks no better and no worse. All the symbolism that people say is shit. What goes beyond is what you see beyond when you know. – E.Hemingway
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Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising. – R.Carver
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Early one morning I cast to a grey and cold sea under a low misty sky, the waves breaking super white against the rocks. Held hidden in their petrol clear circular hearts were secret steel fish that I felt were hunting there. I imagined the fish moving fast, low and tight to the bottom invigorated…
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