Chapter 1. Loomings.

"I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can."
          Moby Dick, Herman Melville

Call
     Circumambulate. 
     The green fields.
     Strange!
     Here is an artist.
     A separate deity.
     Like a grasshopper.
     We ourselves see.
     Tell me that.
     Rub each other's
     shoulder blades.
     I always go to sea.
     Whaling voyage.
     A thousand
     Patagonian sights.
     The great flood-gates.
     A snow hill in the air.
me Ishmael.