I know EXACTLY what you mean here, William. It's how I feel a good part of the summer. I love the warmth, just not the heat, sweat, and debilitating lethargy it sometimes brings. I echo nouvelles couleurs above. Great poem!!
Such lovely words you write William, almost edible.
...and thank you so much for the mail, it takes thought to put something in the mail these days, so l really appreciate that, and your wonderful written words were so generous and welcomed, thank you. I've placed something in the post in return. ken
Ken, thanks, I’m so glad to hear my little package arrived. It was a pleasure writing about Shaping Stones. And now you’ve given me a new thing to look forward to in addition to your beautiful blog. I’ll let you know when it arrives.
Orpheus in the underworld? Until we reach enlightenment, we search in our ignorance - I imagine on your (this) words of wisdom... Please don't mind, William if I'm overdriving!
Thanks, Anthony. You’ve just reminded me: several years ago as the subject of a journal entry, I counted all of the corners in the house we were living in then. I forget now how many there were, and I remember wondering if I should count the corners in closets and under cabinets, or just the main ones in the rooms themselves. Well. Anyway. You see how far I’ve come.
MMMwuhahaha,affecho spaghetti saus,you are in a good mood!! Greetings from one the voices, :O))))))) look at me grow,as a little,brave cucumbre!Cucumbre salad goes well with spaghetti,good meal! Bye,bye.... spaghetti sauce, hahahahahaa ha....
A fine poem, William. And the book was Trout Fishing in America, wasn't it? Back in 1973 when I was in grad school in Vancouver, BC I was going to meet a friend from Denver in San Francisco. We were dithering on the phone about where to meet, and suddenly he said, "Hey. Let's meet on the cover of Trout Fishing in America." And we did. Those were the days! (The creaking you hear is my rocking chair...)
Excellent story. In 1973, I was stacking boxes in a wooden packing house that was destined to go up in flames at season’s end. Some match-happy soul couldn’t resist that glorious pile of kindling, not to mention the local lumberyard. Two fires in one year. Lots of excitement for our sleepy hometown.
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this is very very strong and I like it so much!
I know EXACTLY what you mean here, William. It's how I feel a good part of the summer. I love the warmth, just not the heat, sweat, and debilitating lethargy it sometimes brings. I echo nouvelles couleurs above. Great poem!!
Great stuff! I can relate; this made me smile.
hear me echoing all 3 of you......:O)
affecho is my word verification.....
Ah, Laura, I knew you would understand....
You, too, Annie. Thanks.
The Scrybe: indeed — what is it about dawn?
Aleksandra, you echo three, but in a voice all your own. And next time, I think I’ll add a dash of affecho to my spaghetti sauce.
Such lovely words you write William, almost edible.
...and thank you so much for the mail, it takes thought to put something in the mail these days, so l really appreciate that, and your wonderful written words were so generous and welcomed, thank you.
I've placed something in the post in return.
ken
Ken, thanks, I’m so glad to hear my little package arrived. It was a pleasure writing about Shaping Stones. And now you’ve given me a new thing to look forward to in addition to your beautiful blog. I’ll let you know when it arrives.
Orpheus in the underworld? Until we reach enlightenment, we search in our ignorance - I imagine on your (this) words of wisdom... Please don't mind, William if I'm overdriving!
Rudhi, I wouldn’t have it any other way. What you say, I see; what you see, I say.
Good words for the day. I'm looking for a corner now.
Thanks, Anthony. You’ve just reminded me: several years ago as the subject of a journal entry, I counted all of the corners in the house we were living in then. I forget now how many there were, and I remember wondering if I should count the corners in closets and under cabinets, or just the main ones in the rooms themselves. Well. Anyway. You see how far I’ve come.
MMMwuhahaha,affecho spaghetti saus,you are in a good mood!!
Greetings from one the voices, :O))))))) look at me grow,as a little,brave cucumbre!Cucumbre salad goes well with spaghetti,good meal! Bye,bye....
spaghetti sauce, hahahahahaa ha....
Ah-ha, and you are full of spicy vinegar — how appropriate!
Greatness
Or, as it says on the back of one of Brautigan’s books, “Mayonnaise.”
A fine poem, William. And the book was Trout Fishing in America, wasn't it? Back in 1973 when I was in grad school in Vancouver, BC I was going to meet a friend from Denver in San Francisco. We were dithering on the phone about where to meet, and suddenly he said, "Hey. Let's meet on the cover of Trout Fishing in America." And we did. Those were the days! (The creaking you hear is my rocking chair...)
Eh? What’s that you say?
Excellent story. In 1973, I was stacking boxes in a wooden packing house that was destined to go up in flames at season’s end. Some match-happy soul couldn’t resist that glorious pile of kindling, not to mention the local lumberyard. Two fires in one year. Lots of excitement for our sleepy hometown.
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