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Poem for Thursday and Still Snowy


Unfollowed Figment
By Lyn Hejinian

Useless lighthouse, and the bucket on the beach, the tattered begonias
Forget examples--there's not an entity or detail around that isn't more
   than a mere example
What's truly funny?
Once upon a time there was a mouse, and there was a cactus and a
   pair of very small rubber boots with a hole in the sole of the left one,
   and now that I think back I remember that there was a baby on a
   barge in a lake full of flowers, and out of these there's a story to
   weave and probably more than one
The music changes at the mantel, the bassoonist is baffled, the
   synchronizer fails
Rickety marble, wet wood, the road narrowing into the distance and
   then turning around a rock
Is it empty good writing, is it research, resurgence, repartee?
8, 9, 10, 11, minus 31, 8
A stranger creates an occasion
Lewd silver sea, your bigness carries barges as noon stands in grass
See, I got cops--or they got me; so says the melancholy memoirist
   from the anarchy of her dreams
Clear is the sojourn
In the stiff air, down the unbalanced wind, over dusty culverts,
   women bear their hot cells of benevolence
Are all wonders small?

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My Wednesday was as unexciting as my Tuesday except there was Olympic skating on, so while I was getting stuff done, I was also watching the women's short program, which seemed a lot cleaner than the men's though maybe that's because so few women were trying triple axels whereas lots of men were falling not only on that jump but on quads as well. Paul worked from home, so we were watching together and had lunch together while we were doing stuff on our computers.

Adam stayed in the gym at school till nearly 5 p.m. since he can't go tomorrow -- he is taking his driving test, so you know where I will be allllllll afternoon -- while I took a walk (bunnies still hiding because of all the snow though the squirrels were very active). Since we'd seen the skating and I never want to see Bode Miller do anything, in the evening we caught up on Downton Abbey (meh except Maggie) and Beauty and the Beast (why am I still watching ugggghhhh). The neighborhood:














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