Flatness after the reading. (Yes, there was one last evening). Perhaps because I haven't read in years. Perhaps because everyone scattered in unseemly haste in order to begin their Easter weekend. Perhaps because discontent is the only useful spur for one's work.
So here I am, in the office, in an empty building, wrestling an idea onto the page.
For those who planned to come and couldn't make, there are ducks in compensation.
So here I am, in the office, in an empty building, wrestling an idea onto the page.
For those who planned to come and couldn't make, there are ducks in compensation.
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And not just any ducks. These are the Blurry ducks; the most dangerous kind known to Man.
//I don't quite understand how someone could read poetry to a room filled with strangers. Scary.
"discontent is the only useful spur for one's work"
Also envy, outrage, ennui, anguish, madness...
Those ducks do look succulent.
km: luckily for me, I knew five or six of those present - they were faculty. But it was scary anyway.
Cat: While those may be spurs, I don't know how useful they are. So maybe they're goads?
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