the desk drawer changes its contents
Jan. 29th, 2005 12:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensModerately busy day; not exhaustively so, but things going on throughout.
Got confirmation from the estate agency that they'd checked my references, and are now ready to draw up a tenancy agreement. Whee!!!
(Also got agreement from my brother to let me have one of his two futons -- not that he's using either of them -- so that's one item of furniture off the list.)
Made one of my favourite dishes from Wagamama for supper, the chicken tama rice. It came out quite nicely, I think, though the chicken was a shade overdone and the egg a shade curdled. (Having the bowl of beaten egg tip over on the surface partway through did not help. Fortunately there was 30 seconds or so left before I was due to add it to the mix in the wok -- time to apply paper towels and grab another egg from the fridge . . .)
Cleared out desk drawer this evening. A stack of old letters, cards, papers, documents, and rubbish now swells the wastepaper basket.
---
dear Captain Poetry
dear Captain Poetry,
your poetry is trite.
you cannot write a sonnet
tho you've tried to every night
since i've known you.
we're thru!!
Madame X
dear Madame X
Look how the sun leaps now upon our faces
Stomps & boots our eyes into our skulls
Drives all thot to weird & foreign places
Till the world reels & the kicked mind dulls,
Drags our hands up across our eyes
Sends all white hurling into black
Makes the inner cranium our skies
And turns all looks sent forward burning back.
And you, my lady, who should be gentler, kind,
Have yet the fiery aspect of the sun
Sending words to burn into my mind
Destroying all my feelings one by one;
You who should have tiptoed thru my halls
Have slammed my doors & smashed me into walls.
love
Cap Poetry
-- bpNichol
Got confirmation from the estate agency that they'd checked my references, and are now ready to draw up a tenancy agreement. Whee!!!
(Also got agreement from my brother to let me have one of his two futons -- not that he's using either of them -- so that's one item of furniture off the list.)
Made one of my favourite dishes from Wagamama for supper, the chicken tama rice. It came out quite nicely, I think, though the chicken was a shade overdone and the egg a shade curdled. (Having the bowl of beaten egg tip over on the surface partway through did not help. Fortunately there was 30 seconds or so left before I was due to add it to the mix in the wok -- time to apply paper towels and grab another egg from the fridge . . .)
Cleared out desk drawer this evening. A stack of old letters, cards, papers, documents, and rubbish now swells the wastepaper basket.
---
dear Captain Poetry
dear Captain Poetry,
your poetry is trite.
you cannot write a sonnet
tho you've tried to every night
since i've known you.
we're thru!!
Madame X
dear Madame X
Look how the sun leaps now upon our faces
Stomps & boots our eyes into our skulls
Drives all thot to weird & foreign places
Till the world reels & the kicked mind dulls,
Drags our hands up across our eyes
Sends all white hurling into black
Makes the inner cranium our skies
And turns all looks sent forward burning back.
And you, my lady, who should be gentler, kind,
Have yet the fiery aspect of the sun
Sending words to burn into my mind
Destroying all my feelings one by one;
You who should have tiptoed thru my halls
Have slammed my doors & smashed me into walls.
love
Cap Poetry
-- bpNichol
