Archive for February, 2020

Tuesday, February 25th, 2020

 

Oh yes. The star has a definite “root”. And a reason for and/or to.
Which is why etcetera. Give me, please. I refuse to ask for too much.

Monday, February 24th, 2020

 

The snow drops. Good morning to the hail.
A jewel reclining somewhere other than here.

Sunday, February 23rd, 2020

 

Your annual appraisal is due: are you in real life
as much as you consider yourself to be in your own head?

Saturday, February 22nd, 2020

 

Three enormous copper pots:
One filled with beans,
Another with flames bursting forth,
And the third filled with boiling water.
A large cage filled with birds. Then his young son.

Friday, February 21st, 2020

 

It did not surprise me in the least that Robert-Houdin’s Emperor had sent him on a special diplomatic mission to Algiers, to destroy the power of the Marabouts by showing that his magic was greater than theirs. When I read of his feat on the Shah of Turkey’s yacht, when he hammered the Shah’s jewelled watch to ruins in a mortar, then threw the rubbish overboard, cast a line into the sea, pulled up a fish, asked the Shah’s chef to clean it, and stood by while the chef discovered the watch, quite unharmed, enclosed in a silk bag in the entrails of the fish, I felt that this was life as it ought to be lived.

              – Robertson Davies, from Fifth Business, Chapter 6

Thursday, February 20th, 2020

 

When he looked back on his life he realised that he had come alive on the day he invented the Mind Torch. If only it had existed outside his head then all might have been well.

Wednesday, February 19th, 2020

 

Like an early gooseberry
(whatever that means)

Tuesday, February 18th, 2020

 

And where to find what you are looking for:
Well, either by post or by parcel

Monday, February 17th, 2020

 

One cannot always be as sensible (or as boring)
As Uncle Frank’s waistcoat and pocket watch

Sunday, February 16th, 2020

 

“Poetry is a social club. I ain’t too social; basically a hermit. . . I guess the main thing is to try to “stay happy,” while keeping a baseball bat handy.”

            – Russell Edson