Once upon a time, this blog was going to be all about my pet bird, when I got one. But I never did get that bird. So, now this blog is about the beautiful, curious things that keep me in a near-constant state of happy distraction. Ironically, many people find these writings when they wonder what "peristerophobia" means. It's a fear of pigeons. I've made a bird blog after all.
posted by Dr. S at 6:55 PM
Annie Dillard could have been writing about me when she said (of herself), "I like the slants of light; I'm a collector." Or Willem de Kooning: "I'm like a slipping glimpser." And don't forget Brenda Ueland: "I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten--happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." But the Beastie Boys might have said it best: "When it comes to panache, I can't be beat." There's a reason I wear a ring that says Badass.
2 Comments:
A rarity, indeed! I'm glad that you were able to go in the end with neither fuss nor muss.
So where is "March" located?
In the fens, bien sur!
It's somewhere south of Wisbech. Put another way: it's somewhere along the three-hour slow-train trip from Birmingham to Cambridge, during which one might find herself to be one of only three people in a train car.
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