Tea: Candy Cane
Music: 8mm, "Stunning"
Time: Night
Ever done that? Hit the "Publish" button when you've said absolutely nothing?
That's what I did tonight, and I'm (bad word)ed if I can find the "Delete Post" button.
Oh, well. At least I had the chance to go back and put in some words, maybe a link or two, so the post wouldn't be a total loss.
Either that, or I could go back and wipe out all the words and call the whole thing a koan (What is the sound of eight fingers and a thumb not typing?) Bill Bruford, one of the world's best drummers, once contributed several minutes of "creative silence" to a King Crimson composition, after all.
Maybe I just need some more tea.
Or maybe I should give you what I usually give you when my brain turns to (steel-cut) oatmeal (with real maple syrup, maybe some dried cranberries and a bit of ginger): Other people's poetry.
Tonight, Adelaide Crapsey (stop snickering), deviser of the cinquain form:
Night Winds
The old
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
Should weep?
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