Magical Realism is not so much about ghosts as possibility; not so much about the strange as a value judgment as the personal in actual experience; not so much about science as singular circumstance, what might be called personal science. It is a literature in continual exception to the rule, whatever the rule may be. In this country, we think of ourselves as founded upon precepts of individualism, while at the same time individualism—or difference, which is what that really means—is what scares us most.

​From Poetry Northwest Winter & Spring 2020, "Magical Realism and the Sociology of Possibility," Alberto Ríos,

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Given the fury at times on the sea's surface, it is hard to imagine that beneath this wet violence, all is tranquil. A submarine need only descend to 150 yards beneath a hurricanne to reach calm seas.

From How to Read Water: Clues and Patterns from Puddles to the Sea, Tristan Gooley

So, truth be told, I give almost nary a shit about the hatred of poetry given the abundant and diverse and daily evidence to the contrary.

From The Book of Delights: Essays, Ross Gay

If the winds are very strong and blow for long enough, then waves gather enough energy from the wind to reach another stage of maturity and a higher level of energy, which is called "swell." Swell is best thought of as waves that have enough energy to travel well beyond the place of their origin.

From How to Read Water: Clues and Patterns from Puddles to the Sea, Tristan Gooley

Whenever we see ripples in the surface, we are watching a battle between the surface tension and the breeze; the tension never stops working, which means that as soon as the breeze dies away that tension will flatten the ripples entirely and iron the water's surface smooth again. This is why ripples are evidence of what is happening right now...

From How to Read Water: Clues and Patterns from Puddles to the Sea, Tristan Gooley