The much-loved, if racist, surf website makes poetry!
The Inertia, surf website for the emotionally intuitive, enjoys flowery prose as much as any twelve-year-old girl. Adjectives dance with adjectives dance with even more adjectives in every post. Surfing’s “definitive online community” has feelings! It has…feelings!
But they outdid even themselves with a recent piece titled New York Surfers Live for These Moments. Maybe if you watch TV, you think New York is a tough place where people bark at each other in brassy accents. Maybe you think New Yorkers get straight to the point. But apparently New Yorkers have feelings too and don’t get straight to the point at all.
I present you the first paragraph:
All summer New York surfers daydream of hurricane season, lust over barreling waves, ocean size, the possibilities of a perfect storm. Surfline is our addiction, hope and despair. This time around we got it all. New Yorkers played hard. No jokes, no foamies. Spikes, walls, free falls, tubes, sweeping currents, dark and stormy horizons. The line up cleared, with only the brave and experienced…
And the last:
On the beach everything is raw, uncontrolled, and spontaneous. The light changes constantly and every wave is different. The surfer is my art form, and the ride is their expression. Photographs are creative conversations. When all the variables line up, we share a perfect fleeting moment. The beauty in the madness. Being out there in the elements, capturing the raw beauty of nature and the surfer’s moment on water is my creative fuel and salty intoxication. Giving back these moments to the surfer and documenting a piece of New York surf history is precious.
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I might light some candles and read the rest in the bathtub. Maybe even read it aloud whilst looking in the mirror naked.
Trying reading it whilst looking at the Bieber nude shot.
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I traveled to New York to surf durring Juaquin. The surf was pumping but, there is no order out in the lineup.Total chaos. Imagine your worst day at Lowers but, with people who haven’t the slightest clue. I faded more people in 2 days than i have in my entire life.