{"id":4955,"date":"2019-03-26T06:52:52","date_gmt":"2019-03-26T13:52:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=4955"},"modified":"2020-06-22T03:54:54","modified_gmt":"2020-06-22T10:54:54","slug":"on-seal-rock","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/on-seal-rock\/","title":{"rendered":"On Seal Rock"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>What is the official color of the Pacific Northwest Coast? Let a poet define it: \u201c\u2026it happens when I begin my little ritual of naming the colors. That\u2019s grey, I say. That is not grey, I say. But more than grey, a white grey, green grey, blue grey, rose grey\u2014my little ritual\u2014and then, and then it overtakes me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The poet\u2019s name is John Haislip, the poem is \u201cOn the Beach Late Before Sunset\u201d and it concludes <em>Seal Rock<\/em>, perhaps the finest book of poetry I\u2019ve ever read about the Oregon Coast and the people who inhabit its landscape. <em>Seal Rock<\/em> nails the magical, primitive, punishing, damp, gray, reclusive nature of surviving on the soggy monochrome coast with the same vigorous accuracy as Ken Kesey did in Sometimes a Great Notion. And I make that claim because I\u2019ve lived at the Oregon Coast for 22 years and have had a lot of wet, grey time to read a lot of poetry about the Pacific Northwest.<\/p>\n<p>I only know of <em>Seal Rock<\/em>\u2019s existence because of an offhanded remark in a dive bar by my friend, Tim Sproul. We were drinking cheap Pacific Northwest lagers and talking poetry when Sproul told me I had to read the book. He also said he studied under Haislip in the University of Oregon\u2019s MFA program in creative writing in the late 1980s and had great admiration for him as a teacher and mentor. Haislip was a professor emeritus at the university who passed away in March 2011 at the age of 85. <\/p>\n<p>It took some time, but I tracked down a copy in a public library. After reading this slim 52-page volume that won the Oregon Book Award for poetry in 1987, I read it again, photocopied it, annotated it, then drove five miles from my home to the village of Seal Rock at the 150 milepost marker on the Oregon Coast and explored the beaches. There, I walked into John Hailslip\u2019s poetry, his grey.<\/p>\n<p><em>Seal Rock<\/em> overtook me in a way no book of poetry has before. It helped me transcend a great personal loss. I sensed I had a mission to herald how incredible these poems are and that&#8217;s what I&#8217;ve been doing for years. Find a copy. Read the poems and learn. The lessons are tough.<\/p>\n<p>My favorite poem in <em>Seal Rock<\/em> is \u201cCounting the Gulls.\u201d The last stanza reads:<\/p>\n<p>As now it\u2019s coming on<br \/>\nFrom who knows how much<br \/>\nMultitudinous grey<br \/>\nOut there all week\u2014<br \/>\nOr through the next?<\/p>\n<p>Or how about the next six months? Haislip writes about grey better than anyone I\u2019ve ever read and one can sense from these poems that he regularly communed with gulls and rain. He also uses the word carcass as a verb, as in, \u201ccarcass off in the poisoned air,\u201d and I\u2019ll never get that image out of my head, which is what great poetry is supposed to do, not make you feel confused or unintelligent.<\/p>\n<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-4955\" data-postid=\"4955\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-4955 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What is the official color of the Pacific Northwest Coast? Let a poet define it: \u201c\u2026it happens when I begin my little ritual of naming the colors. That\u2019s grey, I say. That is not grey, I say. 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