04: February 2015 #12 - A Meditation On Fort Pond
Authored by James Kwapisz
A Meditation On Fort Pond
Loudly crowding around the pond, a tangled maze of summer homes and mansions, owned—possessed—by self-made narcissists— czars in Montauk strap-back caps who slither these streets and hiss at you issuing venomous glares at the tear in your flannel or the rip in your shoe. They can keep their big beach homes— their fancy rectangles, and all their skewed angles that somehow uphold their cold, material hells. As separate as the pond may be, it, too, is not free of hierarchy— but whereas one is of wants the other is of needs. And as calm as the pond may seem, an image could never convey the chaos that lurks beneath. Occasionally a fish will breach the surface, reminding you in ripples of the echoes of a deeper silence.