In which there are good times, bad times, and time as an ethically neutral human construct
- A friend insisted I share my shopping list (yes, this is a normal example): banal, troot, green, potatothing, porknbeing, sardinoil, mackintom, smoked crisp, para (CAPULETS not montagues).
- Quote of the [current reading]: [1870] It wasn’t at that time, particularly uncommon. Ladies lay in declines all up and down the country. [...] No common person ever went into one. Common persons couldn’t afford to. Also, there needed to be a sofa. No sofa, no decline.
- Reading, books 2016, 146.
134. The Beautiful Librarians, by Sean O'Brien, 2015, poetry. One of his better collections but The Drowned Book is still his best imo. (4/5)
• We catch the scent of blood and excrement
And the incinerated libraries
Of those who had it coming. We are home
In time to hear the cherry blossom
Thunder on the empty streets.
• There comes the howl of the disconsolate
Exurban Wendigo, who cannot be appeased
By knowing he does not exist. Ah Wendigo,
The case is worse for those who must be real.
• From Residential Brownjohnesque
They've put you in the Edward Thomas Room,
The dim one in the annexe with the tiny window blocked by leaves,
With a sleepless chiffchaff and the bed
You realize eventually is coffin-shaped.
There will be baked potatoes and a sense of déjà vu,
Lasagne and, perhaps, a sense of déjà vu.
The director is on leave / is leaving / has left /
Is barricaded in the office with
A shotgun and a box of Mini Cheddars.
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