Here, now.
It's like this here today: muddy, wet, overwarmed, melted.
posted by Dr. S at 5:49 PM
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
About Me
- Name: Dr. S
- Location: Gambier, Ohio, United States
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.
Back
- Showdown!
- Window watching.
- Excursion.
- Week's end.
- Ebb.
- Winter in white lights.
- Gap.
- Winter smell.
- Licensed.
- Structure.
1 Comments:
Isn't it weird h ow well I remember *this* particular mud? And even weirder that seeing it brings on a wave of nostalgia--even more so than much lovelier landscapes?
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