It‚Äôs the light (like she sd [sic]). Or that the sky is full of noise
and variable, the harbor is big enough to be the size of
the sky, the nights are not dead of sleep Birdseye is going
all night they are taking out pogeys (actually black backs and
shad) at the Fish Pier draggers are putting out any hour trying
to get a load of trash in the Bay or to the westward. Sam sd
yesterday they are trying to force fishing to stay alive here‚Ä¶
The future, Ferrini. Tourists, I hear the fishermen bellyache.
Or just one big marina‚ÄĒfor what lawyer Burke called in the
City Council meeting this week the outboard motor cowboys.
She is still a place to go fishing from. She is still le beauport.
She is a form of mind.
Charles Olson 1957 letter to Vincent Ferrini, fellow poet and writer