Carl Schwartz, A Loving Tribute

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Most of Carl's poems were kept in his head.
Here's one that he wrote down.

OpSail 2000 – On the Good Sloop Clearwater

I.

Out of the foggy mist, as if from another world and time,

They came. Lead by a military armada so clear and imposing –

The past met the present.

The elegant, beautiful and historic

Met the uniformly modern and conforming.

II.

Out of that mist, clearer and clearer into view, they came –

In a parade of sail.

The music changed from a lockstep march

Of “whirring” engines, pounding drums and guns,

To the fine tuned flowing sound of the wind

Kissing the clothen sails guiding the wooden forms

Gliding across the waves,

Occasionally broken by the salute of cannon fire.

III.

Admiral meeting Captain Bly.

Cadets greeting The Pirates of Penzance.

The J.F.K. saluting the H.M.S. Pinafore.

How wonderful, How surrealistic, How Awesome.

                                                            by

                                                      Carl Schwartz

Some Background:

Carl and I had the privilege of volunteering on the Hudson River Sloop Clearwater during Opsail 2000. We had helped coordinate the Ships to Save the Waters fundraising concert and conference (along with many other NYC Friends of Clearwater & Clearwater members and people from other organizations). The night before OpSail 2000, we “slept” on the floor of Clearwater’s galley, with promises to vacate before the cook began breakfast prep. Carl had very painful tendonitis in his right arm, so neither of us actually slept. We rose to see a beautiful foggy Hudson River dock. The sail began in misty silence, with boats navigating by bell, whistle, radio, and radar. No one dared speak because we instinctive felt that so many large boats in such a tight corridor was dangerous. The thrill of it all kept Carl and I wide awake, in spite of our exhaustion. As the fog lifted, we could see more and more of the other boats. A feeling of joy permeated the occasion, and quiet talking and louder laughter gradually raised from us all. Eventually, the inevitable song broke out. Looking back, we often spoke of the enchanting sail, rarely about the lack of sleep or its cause. We had a truly wondrous time. The whole week was magical!

This link shows the Clearwater off a Brooklyn pier.

http://www.time.com/time/daily/special/photo/opsail/2.html

Our love is eternal!!!
 
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