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!
Ah, those pesky Kierkegaardisms.
ReplyDeleteBut on a more concrete level, I like the gravity analogy: of things falling randomly towards a predetermined hard place.
cf. Porchia, from "Voices":
ReplyDelete"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...
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Whether it was what
He wanted or not.
And he accepted that gold watch
Said thank you
Went home
Put it in a drawer
Wrapt in a sock
And was not
Again heard from.
Forsooth--a strange case of him not being enraptured enough by such a timely and munificent gift!
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