In the wilds of Alaska there is a place called Akiak. I have this on good authority and Google Earth, as I have never been there mind you.
But apparently it is a small town at the confluence of the Kushokwin River, on the Kushokwin/ Yukon Delta.
Despite, or maybe because of being surrounded by a landscape of extreme grandeur and really wild majesty, Akiak has a problem.
It is being eroded by the power of those rivers raging through the countryside. It is being worn down, dis-located, torn to pieces.
Dramatic and elemental stuff. The residents fight a daily battle to stop their river destroying their community.
It's as if they have upset god and now they have to make amends.
I once planned to write a Love Story set in Akiak, Alaska.
Where two people who only knew each other from afar-opposite sides of the river-knew that they were in Love and yet were seperated by not only the raging torrent of the River, but also by the impossibility of Love itself.
They fight to bridge the gap between themselves and their mal-state. With nature and the River in particular, as the arch antagonist.
If you've ever seen a Michael Mann movie ('Thief', 'The Keep' 'Manhunter' and even later stuff), then you will know what I mean about 'the impossibility of love'.
Just like Akiak, this week I have managed to upset a couple of people who really deserve better, by not being able to give them what they wanted at this particular time, or by having given them the impression that things were different than they really were.
And just like Akiak, I find myself standing at the river of my emotions, wondering why there's so much flotsam floating by.
For the upset I can only apologise, profusely.
Sometimes we make things so bloody complicated.
Friday 30 March 2007
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