Finisterre and Chris McClean Present: Edges of Sanity

EDGES OF SANITY

EDGES OF SANITY

“It’s been said
On far shores, weary mariners hear voices
Songs so beautiful they cast a spell
There is no choice but to hear.”

-Edges of Sanity

“Edges of Sanity” is a new film directed by Chris McClean and presented by Finisterre. Dark, rugged, and seemingly harsh, it captures some of the essentials of the true cold water surfing experience.

When most think of surfing, they conjure up images of seraphic warm water locations, with an abundance of sunshine, and sublime conditions abounding. Yet for those who brave the severe and bitter lashings of the cold water surfing adventure, they are the distinct few who’s reward is one only they can fully understand.

Feast your senses on the “Edges of Sanity”

Edges of Sanity. Poem by Daniel Crockett

1.

It’s been said

On far shores, weary mariners hear voices

Songs so beautiful they cast a spell

There is no choice but to hear.

They claim these whispers hold a message

Each ear hears different music

But the same call hunts the senses:

Without risk, there is no beauty

Without chance, no adventure

Through suffering, wealth without limit

So we scheme and plan

And tell nobody of our dreams

Shuffle cards, chance vague variables

And tread endless road miles until

Close against cold ground we toss and turn

And summon black water

2.

For I am of the waiting deep

The great denier, the poised fist

Stalker of pitch oceans

Whose fingers twist about your throat…

I swallowed the sad pilgrims

Who fell to flat reef, their vessels sunk

Into water bitter as winter night

Beyond the edges of sanity

I am the waiting teeth of the rocks below

The grinning maw in the clouds

Bearer of the hourglass – killer of the short dim day

Who beckons you to dare

3.

The north song does not stop

Power in that promise

Goes beyond common meanings

You have walked in footsteps new

What was before will never be again

But memories of lined faces

And in the glowing after

Breaking bread the sweetest knot

All weight shed – light extraordinary

Until my whisper comes again…

And the future begs your listening

The future begs your listening

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Growing up in New Jersey, Shawn discovered and quickly immersed himself in the sub-culture of surfing and skateboarding in the mid 80’s. With a diverse and eclectic background, Shawn has walked the path of a competitive surfer, Hare Krsna monk, action sports industry player in NYC, DIY theology and religions major, and a touring punk rock musician. Now a father and self-proclaimed seeker of the “soul” of surfing, Shawn enjoys sessions with friends at uncrowded peaks along his home state’s shoreline and writing about his surf related experiences.

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