c.c. o'hanlon
@ccohanlon.bsky.social
vagabond. sea-dweller. diarist. wreck.
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#nobots
"So here is us, on the raggedy edge."
– from the film Serenity (2005)
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#nobots
"So here is us, on the raggedy edge."
– from the film Serenity (2005)
our boat makes a way for us
it is a free passage
held in the surges
or standing on the sea of glass
our words move towards
each other
– Mary Oppen, 1980
it is a free passage
held in the surges
or standing on the sea of glass
our words move towards
each other
– Mary Oppen, 1980
December 26, 2025 at 10:33 PM
our boat makes a way for us
it is a free passage
held in the surges
or standing on the sea of glass
our words move towards
each other
– Mary Oppen, 1980
it is a free passage
held in the surges
or standing on the sea of glass
our words move towards
each other
– Mary Oppen, 1980
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❝I felt overstuffed and dull & disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs & the candles and the silver & gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey & the carols at the piano promised never came to pass❞— Sylvia Plath
December 26, 2025 at 12:06 PM
❝I felt overstuffed and dull & disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs & the candles and the silver & gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey & the carols at the piano promised never came to pass❞— Sylvia Plath
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'I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of thinking and enjoying what they call living, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.'
Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler
Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler
December 26, 2025 at 12:47 PM
'I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of thinking and enjoying what they call living, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.'
Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler
Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler
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China ratified the Global Ocean Treaty!!!
The landmark agreement will go into effect January 17, 2026.
www.greenpeace.org/eastasia/pre...
The landmark agreement will go into effect January 17, 2026.
www.greenpeace.org/eastasia/pre...
Greenpeace East Asia welcomes China’s ratification of the Global Ocean Treaty - Greenpeace East Asia
China has ratified the Global Ocean Treaty, making China one of the first countries to be bound by the landmark agreement when it officially enters into force next January. that completed the ratifica...
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December 24, 2025 at 4:47 AM
China ratified the Global Ocean Treaty!!!
The landmark agreement will go into effect January 17, 2026.
www.greenpeace.org/eastasia/pre...
The landmark agreement will go into effect January 17, 2026.
www.greenpeace.org/eastasia/pre...
Mood, every bloody year.
Via Peter Bach @lyst.bsky.social and @counterpunchmedia.bsky.social
www.counterpunch.org/2025/12/25/t...
Via Peter Bach @lyst.bsky.social and @counterpunchmedia.bsky.social
www.counterpunch.org/2025/12/25/t...
December 25, 2025 at 9:17 AM
Mood, every bloody year.
Via Peter Bach @lyst.bsky.social and @counterpunchmedia.bsky.social
www.counterpunch.org/2025/12/25/t...
Via Peter Bach @lyst.bsky.social and @counterpunchmedia.bsky.social
www.counterpunch.org/2025/12/25/t...
Forty minutes from Cagliari to Rome — a cheap afternoon flight, the airport almost empty — but two-and-a-half hours for our checked-in bag to be delivered from the hold.
#shoreleave #christmaseve
#shoreleave #christmaseve
December 24, 2025 at 7:14 PM
Forty minutes from Cagliari to Rome — a cheap afternoon flight, the airport almost empty — but two-and-a-half hours for our checked-in bag to be delivered from the hold.
#shoreleave #christmaseve
#shoreleave #christmaseve
Another year nears its end and my wife's and my long journey is still far from over. Nevertheless, I feel nothing but profound gratitude to the community I've found here for all that you have done for us, especially through the last several months. Your support has been incredible.
December 23, 2025 at 8:19 AM
Another year nears its end and my wife's and my long journey is still far from over. Nevertheless, I feel nothing but profound gratitude to the community I've found here for all that you have done for us, especially through the last several months. Your support has been incredible.
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Repent means “the pain again”
Anne Carson, Nox
Anne Carson, Nox
November 19, 2024 at 4:49 AM
Repent means “the pain again”
Anne Carson, Nox
Anne Carson, Nox
"Joe Ely struck up a relationship with the Clash and particularly Joe Strummer. A few months later, they were touring Texas together. 'I don’t remember all the good nights,' Ely says, laughing, 'but I remember the bad nights really well.'"
[via @beatgrrrl.bsky.social]
[via @beatgrrrl.bsky.social]
Texas Calling
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December 22, 2025 at 10:24 PM
"Joe Ely struck up a relationship with the Clash and particularly Joe Strummer. A few months later, they were touring Texas together. 'I don’t remember all the good nights,' Ely says, laughing, 'but I remember the bad nights really well.'"
[via @beatgrrrl.bsky.social]
[via @beatgrrrl.bsky.social]
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I only know C.C. through his posts here and links to other sites…but consider him a mentor. I look forward to him opening my mind and nudging it toward far flung destinations.
December 15, 2025 at 2:13 AM
I only know C.C. through his posts here and links to other sites…but consider him a mentor. I look forward to him opening my mind and nudging it toward far flung destinations.
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Living on the coast, you're on the salt border with the King-Under-the-Sea. Given he has claim on all the tide touches, that makes ebb and flow, high, low and slack important. Out here, you live according to tide tables. You live with one eye on the waves. – Jacky Cogg #VOH
December 22, 2025 at 11:45 AM
Living on the coast, you're on the salt border with the King-Under-the-Sea. Given he has claim on all the tide touches, that makes ebb and flow, high, low and slack important. Out here, you live according to tide tables. You live with one eye on the waves. – Jacky Cogg #VOH
Another laundry morning, leavened by sliced pizza shared with my wife on a sea wall, under a (briefly) cloudless sky.
December 22, 2025 at 2:30 PM
Another laundry morning, leavened by sliced pizza shared with my wife on a sea wall, under a (briefly) cloudless sky.
A dreich day in Cagliari — leaden stratus cloud, the mountains obscured by rain — but we've tidied the boat below decks, laundered an Ikea bagful of mouldy clothes (we'll do another tomorrow), and started packing for a week in Rome with our son and maybe our youngest daughter.
December 21, 2025 at 7:11 PM
A dreich day in Cagliari — leaden stratus cloud, the mountains obscured by rain — but we've tidied the boat below decks, laundered an Ikea bagful of mouldy clothes (we'll do another tomorrow), and started packing for a week in Rome with our son and maybe our youngest daughter.
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Ar scáth a chéile a mhaireann na daoine
People survive in each other's shelter.
scáth also means shadow,
adding another layer of meaning about living in each other's shared unconscious.
www.gofundme.com/f/a-voyage-i...
People survive in each other's shelter.
scáth also means shadow,
adding another layer of meaning about living in each other's shared unconscious.
www.gofundme.com/f/a-voyage-i...
Donate to Support a Voyage to Find Home, organized by Liz Cullinane
Hello, my name is Liz Cullinane and for the past four years, I have been inspired to raise… Liz Cullinane needs your support for Support a Voyage to Find Home
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December 19, 2025 at 7:42 AM
Ar scáth a chéile a mhaireann na daoine
People survive in each other's shelter.
scáth also means shadow,
adding another layer of meaning about living in each other's shared unconscious.
www.gofundme.com/f/a-voyage-i...
People survive in each other's shelter.
scáth also means shadow,
adding another layer of meaning about living in each other's shared unconscious.
www.gofundme.com/f/a-voyage-i...
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1/2
I recall … a young Japanese man was in the news for having crossed the Pacific Ocean in a small boat. I was struck by this, without knowing why, and typed out:
Kenichi Horie, across the Pacific, alone.
I must have stared at the line for a week, unable to push on.
-Clayton Eshleman
I recall … a young Japanese man was in the news for having crossed the Pacific Ocean in a small boat. I was struck by this, without knowing why, and typed out:
Kenichi Horie, across the Pacific, alone.
I must have stared at the line for a week, unable to push on.
-Clayton Eshleman
December 21, 2025 at 9:26 AM
1/2
I recall … a young Japanese man was in the news for having crossed the Pacific Ocean in a small boat. I was struck by this, without knowing why, and typed out:
Kenichi Horie, across the Pacific, alone.
I must have stared at the line for a week, unable to push on.
-Clayton Eshleman
I recall … a young Japanese man was in the news for having crossed the Pacific Ocean in a small boat. I was struck by this, without knowing why, and typed out:
Kenichi Horie, across the Pacific, alone.
I must have stared at the line for a week, unable to push on.
-Clayton Eshleman
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2/2
I felt that I knew nothing about the ocean, or sailing, or who Horie was, or what his act meant. It did not occur to me that I had some things in common with the line—I had crossed the Pacific to find myself in a foreign world facing a long and perhaps very lonely voyage.
-Clayton Eshleman
I felt that I knew nothing about the ocean, or sailing, or who Horie was, or what his act meant. It did not occur to me that I had some things in common with the line—I had crossed the Pacific to find myself in a foreign world facing a long and perhaps very lonely voyage.
-Clayton Eshleman
December 21, 2025 at 9:35 AM
2/2
I felt that I knew nothing about the ocean, or sailing, or who Horie was, or what his act meant. It did not occur to me that I had some things in common with the line—I had crossed the Pacific to find myself in a foreign world facing a long and perhaps very lonely voyage.
-Clayton Eshleman
I felt that I knew nothing about the ocean, or sailing, or who Horie was, or what his act meant. It did not occur to me that I had some things in common with the line—I had crossed the Pacific to find myself in a foreign world facing a long and perhaps very lonely voyage.
-Clayton Eshleman
December 21, 2025 at 5:16 AM
Ho'i I ka piko ('return to the source'), a 2,700+ nautical mile voyage from California to Hawai'i aboard a 26ft wooden double canoe named ʻAʻā, a Wharram-designed Pahi, in 2024.
An emotive story in seven episodes of a new generation of traditional ocean voyagers.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSJy...
An emotive story in seven episodes of a new generation of traditional ocean voyagers.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSJy...
December 20, 2025 at 10:37 PM
Ho'i I ka piko ('return to the source'), a 2,700+ nautical mile voyage from California to Hawai'i aboard a 26ft wooden double canoe named ʻAʻā, a Wharram-designed Pahi, in 2024.
An emotive story in seven episodes of a new generation of traditional ocean voyagers.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSJy...
An emotive story in seven episodes of a new generation of traditional ocean voyagers.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSJy...
A furry black mammal, swimming purposefully close to breakwater rocks in Cagliari harbour: long tail, fearsome front teeth for gnawing, we initially thought 'weird local otter'. Turns out it's a nutria a.k.a. coypu, a South American invader, distant kin to the muskrat.
December 20, 2025 at 4:19 PM
A furry black mammal, swimming purposefully close to breakwater rocks in Cagliari harbour: long tail, fearsome front teeth for gnawing, we initially thought 'weird local otter'. Turns out it's a nutria a.k.a. coypu, a South American invader, distant kin to the muskrat.
Wake at dawn to a sick wife (food poisoning). Get up to charge LED lantern, open an overhead hatch, and assemble bunk-side necessities: bucket, kitchen roll, plastic garbage bag, hand disinfectant, Loperamide, and fresh water.
Life aboard at its grittiest.
Life aboard at its grittiest.
December 20, 2025 at 7:19 AM
Wake at dawn to a sick wife (food poisoning). Get up to charge LED lantern, open an overhead hatch, and assemble bunk-side necessities: bucket, kitchen roll, plastic garbage bag, hand disinfectant, Loperamide, and fresh water.
Life aboard at its grittiest.
Life aboard at its grittiest.
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Joy of Shipwreck
Versa 14 February 1917
And suddenly the voyage
resumes
as
after being shipwrecked
a surviving
old sea dog will
-Giuseppe Ungaretti
(tr. Cid Corman)
Versa 14 February 1917
And suddenly the voyage
resumes
as
after being shipwrecked
a surviving
old sea dog will
-Giuseppe Ungaretti
(tr. Cid Corman)
December 12, 2025 at 12:23 AM
Joy of Shipwreck
Versa 14 February 1917
And suddenly the voyage
resumes
as
after being shipwrecked
a surviving
old sea dog will
-Giuseppe Ungaretti
(tr. Cid Corman)
Versa 14 February 1917
And suddenly the voyage
resumes
as
after being shipwrecked
a surviving
old sea dog will
-Giuseppe Ungaretti
(tr. Cid Corman)
Why did my wife and I move aboard Wrack in old age?
Being homeless and out of options was part of it but I was also haunted by my own words in this 2021 interview for Anna @sealibrary.bsky.social Iltnere's When I Grow Up project, in which I described myself as a 'castaway'.
Being homeless and out of options was part of it but I was also haunted by my own words in this 2021 interview for Anna @sealibrary.bsky.social Iltnere's When I Grow Up project, in which I described myself as a 'castaway'.
Castaway C.C. O’Hanlon
Traveller and diarist C.C O’Hanlon spent most of the first half of his life at sea aboard a variety of vessels until marriage, children, and ill health held him ashore. Now in his late 60s, living …
beachbooks.blog
December 19, 2025 at 11:58 AM
Why did my wife and I move aboard Wrack in old age?
Being homeless and out of options was part of it but I was also haunted by my own words in this 2021 interview for Anna @sealibrary.bsky.social Iltnere's When I Grow Up project, in which I described myself as a 'castaway'.
Being homeless and out of options was part of it but I was also haunted by my own words in this 2021 interview for Anna @sealibrary.bsky.social Iltnere's When I Grow Up project, in which I described myself as a 'castaway'.
"The boat was berthed on a listing pontoon, on the lower reaches of another river, the Itchen, 150 sea miles east of where we are now, alongside a bank of coal black mud that dried at low water and smelled of rotting seaweed and industrial waste."
A piece from 18 months ago, for Dark Mountain.
A piece from 18 months ago, for Dark Mountain.
unmoored
Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change....
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December 19, 2025 at 11:33 AM
"The boat was berthed on a listing pontoon, on the lower reaches of another river, the Itchen, 150 sea miles east of where we are now, alongside a bank of coal black mud that dried at low water and smelled of rotting seaweed and industrial waste."
A piece from 18 months ago, for Dark Mountain.
A piece from 18 months ago, for Dark Mountain.
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I’m finally learning how to keep a notebook: nothing is sacred and nothing is profane.
Let it all blur together, the ruminations and hopeful plans and stray phrases and client work and memories of my parents and shopping lists and forgotten routines and ideas for songs to reverberate.
Let it all blur together, the ruminations and hopeful plans and stray phrases and client work and memories of my parents and shopping lists and forgotten routines and ideas for songs to reverberate.
October 31, 2025 at 4:24 PM
I’m finally learning how to keep a notebook: nothing is sacred and nothing is profane.
Let it all blur together, the ruminations and hopeful plans and stray phrases and client work and memories of my parents and shopping lists and forgotten routines and ideas for songs to reverberate.
Let it all blur together, the ruminations and hopeful plans and stray phrases and client work and memories of my parents and shopping lists and forgotten routines and ideas for songs to reverberate.
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Ah language—only ever the possibility, and not the guarantee, of communication and truth.
October 6, 2025 at 7:09 AM
Ah language—only ever the possibility, and not the guarantee, of communication and truth.