new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Ah, those pesky Kierkegaardisms.But on a more concrete level, I like the gravity analogy: of things falling randomly towards a predetermined hard place.
cf. Porchia, from "Voices": "When I throw away what I don't want, it will fall within reach."
... strange middle of the night ghostly double emerged from shadows to read along here, imagining a sort of ultimate retirement banquet..._Whether it was what He wanted or not. And he accepted that gold watchSaid thank youWent homePut it in a drawerWrapt in a sockAnd was notAgain heard from.
Forsooth--a strange case of him not being enraptured enough by such a timely and munificent gift!