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It won’t be long now

It won't be long now
Ornithology
Sophocles calls birdwatching a hallmark of men;
it jostles beside language, law, ethics, navigation.
What could he have meant? Augury? Love
of elusive difference? The pagan proclivity for fauna?
The zoomorphy of myth? I surmise too
the power of naming, Eve dreaming
in the apple-scented grip of our genesis.
Chris Agee
Several takes on the conclusion of LD 1810, An Act to Implement the Recommendations of the Governor’s Ocean Energy Task Force
What all sources agree on is that the state is leapfrogging over state waters to much windier sites ten miles and more offshore for utility size windfarming. It is also noted that the state will not issue a solicitation for windfarms in state waters - other than limited R&D in the three R&D sites – including off Monhegan. Malleable as all laws ultimately may be, everything could change, but right now Dr Dagher and the University of Maine-driven DeepCwind Consortium are in the ascendancy and their plan calls for going over the horizon. Reached April 13th, Willard Harris, director of the submerged lands division of the Maine Bureau of Parks and Lands, confirmed no state waters utility or community scale ocean wind farm applications are anticipated or even likely, beyond the R&Ds.
The bill in its final form is ’Public Law 615′. html or word or pdf file It is a mishmash of changes to a variety of state statutes. Listen to mp3 recordings of the 3/11/10 public hearing on LD 1810_and its three worksessions. Includes the March 6th ocean windfarm seminar at 2010 Maine Fishermens Forum.
Maine Lobstermen’s Association April 2010 newsletter has two oceanwindmill articles
Offshore Wind Wire writer Peter Brennan: ”Maine Legislation amended to focus on deepwater wind”
Penobscot Bay Blog on “Wind Liberation “
OVERHEARD NEAR THE SEAL LEDGES
it grieves me somber, seeing there are those
among the Folk who have forgotten how
to speak, to sing, whose children will not know
the heady joy of slipping out of skin
and dancing on the land in mortal guise
it grieves me, how enchantment ebbs, like tides
without returning: sunsets dim to rose
and from the rocks come only wails, like cows
like bulls, strange bestial song. This undertow
pulls all of us away from shore, and when
we cry for mercy, humankind denies
our common heart, betrays its brutish side
so I, who sired no child, leave just this rhyme
pained lamentation for the fading time.
Larry Wilson