The Drowned Phoenician is an archive of colloquial essays by Matteo Pozzuto. There are no deeper meanings or secret messages to be found here, just a few bits of writing to enjoy. I’ll be infrequently adding music, too, so if you’re here for the math-rock, it should all be on the sidebar to the right.


IV. Death by Water
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
                                   A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
                                   Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.