Wherein the author disses Latin.
Month: January 2011
Poetry and the top of my head
I am very picky about poetry. Sentimental, forced rhyme annoys me. Abstruse poetry bores me. I’m too lazy to work hard to extract meaning. My poems of choice must surprise me; at least a line or two should provoke me to think,… Read More ›
Confessions of a book junkie
I buy books, I read books, I hoard books. I like their smell, their feel, their look and the promise of wisdom locked inside. I like new books, in particular, with hard, matte covers and book jackets with pictures of… Read More ›
January’s Big “D’s”
It is January – cold, stripped-down, battened-down January. Not a lot to look at outside my window: the trees are brooms. The roofs are crusted with dirty snow and a gaggle of dingy grackles. Grit from sand and salt coats the… Read More ›
You’ve been framed
I seem to be most creative when I can only devote a small, niggling amount of time to a project or idea. Though my time is consumed with lots of important tasks involving work or family, those small, stolen moments… Read More ›
I wish I were in hot water
It’s bitterly cold and dark outside. You decide that a hot shower is just the ticket to relax and warm your bones. You run the shower. Cold. You run it some more. Cold. You check the sinks around the house…. Read More ›