Friday's fist-full of white pebbles

Sep 12, 2008 10:01


There are a couple of crows that keep swooping past the nearest window. It's something that registers at the corner of my vision - swift jagged black forms set against a grey landscape, gone before I can direct my full attention toward the movement. I don't know what the Cousins are up to, but they've kept a smile on my lips all morning.

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yammering me, another working stiff, poetry love

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fosfomifira September 15 2008, 03:21:33 UTC
I think Rilke is the one German intellectual/artist that doesn't scare me half to death, possibly because I haven't really read anything of his yet.

Having said that I don't respond very well when people tell me I *must* do something. But if there's this light everywhere inside you, knowing all there is to know about you, then why not let the rest of the world see more of it and make tiny crow-apollos??

As for the Halloween question, you know how I feel about it, but in the Northlands? I'd do it, I'm pretty sure I would.

:F

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