11 December 2011
Stone the crows, flay the flamingoes and pillage the puffins; it's a sailor's life for me. I remember our bark loosened from harbour and floating free on the ocean brow with me, Captain McGee and a crew of wasters and ne'er-do-wells. Telling salty tales on briny swells and divining our starry way. The sun by day tormented our hardened hides and the lonely wind whipped the towered tides, till toppling they soaked our bones and swept away all thoughts of home. Then in the darkening gloaming we sat and waited for our fates, among the broken limbs and dinner plates ...
An Excerpt From The Monologue Of Several Voices • Opuss № I