just before the blue dressing gownJune 12, 2009 at 7:36 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 26 Comments
Tags: poetry, writing
“All theories are just post-facto excuses for past practice.”
La di dada flounces out of the room in a huff of petticoats and perfume.
The plates on which the sandwiches were served are trimmed with spring flowers. Such a boring old fuddy duddy sideways and later smile apologising oh I didn’t know it was Sir T.S. Eliot stirring
Lemon into her tea
…who has never taught Creative Writing,” as a kind of in-joke on his CV
until one had responded quoting himself, “the complete anonymity of the artist, haha,” a quick and gentle teasing over one long afternoon and
outrageously delightful pastries denying the grey flow of rain drops
streaming down the window.
You can tell he is in love because he no longer knows what to say and all the false bluster like the wind outside has fallen away.