lunch on tuesday

What could the world have
been like before we
expected that everything
could be
caught?

“It
was a
thousand pities I’d
no likeness of her,”
said Wakem about his wife.

– The Mill on the Floss (Eliot)

(21 09 09)

Thank goodness that we can always
count upon the National Trust
for cream teas, dahlias,
and vaguely inscrutable
yet well-behaved
eccentricities.

Happy Birthday (observed)
(20 09 09)

What human dreams lie
beneath the cover
of undisturbed
earth?

(19 09 09)

Some things drop when
there are other
places to
be.

(18 09 09)

So many unread books,
so many days
that end
before
they’re started,
so many people
who deserve long letters….
(You’re probably one of them.)

(17 09 09)

I’m
not so
sure about this
public private
space
where I’ve
no control over
who you
are.

What shall we feel disposed
to excavate from the
messy remains of
an evening’s
conversation?

You know that Chateau Musar
I was saving for
your visit? It
waits no
more….

where
neon glows
larger than life,
where nothing closes
too early,
where
speech doesn’t
require a translation,
where not everything
needs a
reason

So,
be forewarned,
how are your
tomorrows spilling out
of your
todays?