new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Not even time to wave. Sounds grim, Vassilis, sounds grim indeed.
Grim and bear it? =:)
Made me think of Stevie Smith, "Not Waving but Drowning" -- but revised to "Not Waving but Undulating in the Memoria..."Not forgetting the perpetual struggle to keep one's nose for the present above the ever rising waterline of all (always more, and more, and more) that's come -- and gone -- before.
May I paraphrase an oldie here--"Think and swim"?
I sink sat thounds reathonable enough (he glugged).