Here is the boat I bought for 500 dollars in Izmir. The first day out, after getting her fixed up, a storm tore up the mainsail and blew us onto a sand reef. The captain of the fishing boat who pulled usoff lost a finger in the winch. We (bandmaster Billy Bielmeir and I) spent the night in the bar of a safe harbor, while helicopters andrescue people searched after the storm cleared. The next day we tied up what was left of the mains’l and using that and the jib, we limpedback to the yacht club in Izmir. Meanwhile the newspaper AKSAM hadreported us lost at sea and supposed dead. The photo shows Mari receiving the news. Continue reading “Lost at Sea and Supposed Dead”
Here’s a letter from Fred to Patrick from the early 1960s in New York, with a reference to Mari. I’m guessing this is early 1963 (I arbitrarily gave it a date of 3 March 1963) but I’ll need to research the timing of Patrick’s purchase (and subsequent near-demise) of the Zambak.Continue reading “Don’t Sell the Ship”
My love, I know that I have been a clown,
And, bending with a rose in hand, no claim
To formal loving should I have again;
I know, who never knew before, the sound
That rain makes kissing the dark before
It tumbles to the earth and breaks in crowns,
That you are painting beauty where it’s found
Seizing images I saw but never tore from objects.
You fold the word beneath your tongue
And tast the essence of an elm: reflect and lend
And air of legend to my life. Recall
And take the bloody thorns from my hand.