Procrastination And Poetry

Some how I still haven't started working. My dissertation drags on, as does my course work. So i started a blog. It's like keeping my journal which i have been doing for years but it is public.

Really I intend to use it to keep people who know me updated on my progress after i leave to UK.

I am going sailing to Brazil in few months, well lots. In October to be exact. I hope i am, a test sail from Oban to Irleland wil decide my fate.

Been listening to lots of drum and bassy trip hop LTJ Bukem style. And female type indie pop like The Pipettes. A slightly odd combination i grant you, but pleasing none the less.

A note about the title. It's from a famous poem by John Masefield who was poet laureate from 1930 till his death (Gotta love Wikipedia). The whole thing is below:

Sea Fever
I must go down to the seas again,
to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship
and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song
and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face
and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again,
for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call
that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day
with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume,
and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again
to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way
where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn
from a laughing fellow rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream
when the long trick's over.

It seems to sum up the power and draw of the sea.