It's the light (like she sd sic). Or that the sky is full of noise and variable, the harbor is big enough to be the size of the sky, the nights are not dead of sleep Birdseye is going all night they are taking out pogeys (actually black backs and shad) at the Fish Pier draggers are putting out any hour trying to get a load of trash in the Bay or to the westward. Sam sd yesterday they are trying to force fishing to stay alive here ... The future, Ferrini. Tourists, I hear the fishermen bellyache. Or just one big marina--for what lawyer Burke called in the City Council meeting this week the outboard motor cowboys. She is still a place to go fishing from. She is still le beauport. She is a form of mind.
Charles Olson 1957 letter to Vincent Ferrini, fellow poet and writer
Estate of Charles Olson, University of Connecticut Libraries