my ghost
If you're going to read one book about sharks you need to read Richard Ellis and John E. McCosker's The Great White Shark (HarperCollins, 1991). It helps set the record straight. Unless you live in the ocean a fear of sharks is like a fear of all other things: superstitious, illogical, irrational. Fears based on ideas and not experiences.
Still, living only on a crap diet of bad movies like Jaws and Deep Blue, you have no reason to challenge your assumptions. Luckily there are people out there like and his webiste, Sharkman's World. On the left side you will find a list of links. Click on "Sharkman's Downloads." Scroll down and click on this link and go to commercial for Arena swimwear. It's a download video. I love this video. I simply love it.
Today I happen to smile when
I squint I squint all the time these
days I squint because the sun is
always shining into my eyes off
building rising it is always rising
and in my eyes and I am lucky
I smile today I fell and dislocated
my ghost you laughed which
was rude I was going back to
haunt the homes of all those I
do not know. Which is a lot.
Everyone, in fact. All the grays
and monochromes. All the duck-
people and fox-people, hot
with blood, cool like foil.
It's tommyrot to say I am
not a ghost. "This is how the dead
dress," I tell the kids in black.
"What? is hell really that drab?"
a girl asks. I was flitting about
when I fell. It's low-brow to think
the dead don't flit. They pass
you by all the time and you never
noticed. I fell and dislocated my
ghost and now the sun is in my
eyes. It's logical if you think
about it. I use to frown. You
called it "sad eyes." No, I answered,
I've seen sad eyes. I use
to look into the eyes of sharks.
I love that sharks mate for life.
I love that they migrate like
whales through the Pacific.
I love that they play like cats,
they tease their pups, when
left undisturbed. It's logical
if you think about it. It's all
a matter of size. It's all
a matter of watching their
eyes, black and flat and god
you could see the whole empty
ocean in there, all that we have
done, a whole planet of emptiness
stretching back to the sun, rising
up, blinding us with
the dawn of creation.