I think I started it when lurqer, lurking, mentioned Albuquerque????
Well I am trying valiantly to learn Quicken today, I find it utterly boring, but I swore to myself I'd go electronic this year and download all transactions, not just stock trades, but charge cards, bills etc. So to distract myself I have been reading poetry. Here's a nice one, to recite for the porch (or rather, part of one)
I have nothing to say about the way the sky tilts
Toward the absolute,
or why I live at the edge
Of the black boundary,
a continent where the waves
Counsel my coming in and my going out.
I have nothing to say about the brightness and drear
Of any of that, or the vanity
of our separate consolations.
I have nothing to say about the companies of held breath.
All year I have sung in vain,
Like a face breaking up in the font of holy water,
not hungry, not pure of heart,
All year as my body, sweet pilgrimage,
moved from the dark to the dark.
That's by Charles Wright. He's a suth-ern po-het so I thot he'd be appropriate for the porch.
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