I'm on a bit of a poetry binge this week, and Monday afternoon found me lying on the luxurious shag rug of a friend's tiny apartment, re-reading some of my favourite poets (ee cummings, William Carlos Williams, Czeslaw Milosz). It is an adventure to re-open a collection and wonder what will pop out, knowing something you've read before will strike you afresh, or you will be reminded of a particularly moving line that you had somehow forgotten. Like this piece from Milosz, which floors me. Every. damn.* time. The first time I read it, I lay in a park with a friend (this same friend who offered me her rug as my reading burrow) and demanded that I share it with her. I spoke it carefully, and then, into the post-reading silence, I slammed the book shut, and dropped it as loudly as I could onto the grass. "I'm never reading anything again," I declared, "What else is there to say?" Esse I looked at that face, dumbfounded. The lights of métro st...
Until I read your post, I didn't realise Pancake Tuesday was a "thing." My co-workers were excited that "it was already Pancake Tuesday," and I mistakenly thought this event was a once-a-year lunch special at Xerox. "Kind of odd to have Pancake Tuesday only once a year, if people like pancake lunches so much," I thought.
ReplyDelete:) Pancake Tuesday, Shrove Tuesday, Mardi Gras...
ReplyDeleteI think Xerox should have their own Pancake Tuesday once a month. Or EVERY DAY.
Gooooooooooo, pancakes!
I accepted the challenge. Shortly after, I lost. So good! Thanks for sharing haha
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