Storming The Gates Of Paradise (2007) - Plot & Excerpts
The seashore is the place that is no place, sometimes solid land or, rather, sand, sometimes the shallow fringe of that huge body of water governed by the remote body of the moon in a mystery something like love or desire. A body of water is always traveling, and so the border between the land and the sea is not a Hadrian’s Wall or a zone of armed guards; it’s a border of endless embassies, of sandpiper diplomacy and jellyfish exportation, a meeting or even a trysting ground. An open border but a dangerous one between the known and the unknown, which only a few sibyls, amphibians, crustaceans, and marine mammals traverse with impunity. The shore is also the site of the mutual offerings of the dead, our drowned, their beached, another edge effect, this washing up of corpses, metaphors, myths. The mind is such a meeting ground: its ideas are less often laboriously thought out than suddenly washed up from unknown hatcheries and currents far beneath the surface, the dry ideas of logic that drown in the sea; the dreams that, like whales, die crushed by their own weight when they wash up on shore in the morning; and amphibious poetry in between, for the seashore also suggests the border between fact and imagination, waking and sleeping, self and other, suggests perhaps the essential meeting of differences, essential as in primary, essential as in necessary.
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