{"id":3683,"date":"2018-03-02T08:33:35","date_gmt":"2018-03-02T16:33:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=3683"},"modified":"2020-06-25T13:27:31","modified_gmt":"2020-06-25T20:27:31","slug":"cedar-seat-ass-chair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/cedar-seat-ass-chair\/","title":{"rendered":"Cedar Seat Ass to Chair"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I built a driftwood fort for a friend, a good writer&#8217;s fort complete with a slab of cedar for a good ass-to-chair writer&#8217;s seat. The fort is decorated with a 2&#215;4, painted orange, aged by the ocean, and wedged into an aesthetically pleasing position. I tied blue and green ropes around the spars. They provide stability and attractive swatches of color. I placed a sand dollar inside and assembled a cairn in front.<\/p>\n<p>Making forts has kept me sane.<\/p>\n<p>Right now, as I write in longhand in a blue book, I am sitting on that slab of cedar. I survey the world around me:<\/p>\n<p>Clammers clam in the background. A few weeks ago, two elderly women on Long Beach died while clamming at night. The ocean swept them away. No one heard a thing. Dying while clamming at night. I&#8217;m still considering the poetry or farce or (?) of those deaths.<\/p>\n<p>A friend recently wrote that I will probably never have anonymity on the Oregon Coast, even the remote southern area. That statement shook me.<\/p>\n<p>A lone crabber bobs on the gray ocean.<\/p>\n<p>Black and gray cumulus clouds contrast with the bright blue sky.<\/p>\n<p>Traces of snow remain in the dunes.<\/p>\n<p>The jetty is deserted.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe anonymity isn&#8217;t what I need. Maybe I should show my face around even more and walk the opposite direction of anonymity. How does one ever know in situation such as mine?<\/p>\n<p>A lot has happened in the past year. I have no idea where I&#8217;ll go after I sell the house. Will I land in a place where I can continue my ongoing, anonymous driftwood fort art, amusement, shelter and physical and spiritual installation project? Perhaps not. Perhaps there will be a hiatus.<\/p>\n<p>I want to see a coyote on a beach. It&#8217;s been a while. 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