A Field Note @ Exit Strata
“AT FIRST, I wanted to keep them separate. After all, they could not be more different. One, plain blue with the words ‘REPORTERS NOTEBOOK’ written on its thin cover. The other, a fancy Italian notebook with a hard cover that looks like brown marble; the kind of pattern you used to find on the insides of old books thrown out by the library. For a long time I walked with the reporters’...
From 'Midsummer' by Derek Walcott
In Belmont, mournful tailors peer over old machines, stitching June and July together seamlessly. And one waits for midsummer lightning as the armed sentry in boredom waits for the crack of a rifle. But I feed on its dust, its ordinariness, on the faith that fills its exiles with horror, on the hills at dusk with their dusty orange lights, even on the pilot light in the reeking harbour ...