So it's my birthday, and I'm thinking of my favourite stanza from what may just possibly be my favourite poem: The Only Animal by Franz Wright. (Reprinted in its entirety here.)
You gave me
in secret one thing
to perceive, the
tall blue starry
strangeness of being
here at all.
I think if I ever start a new blog, or write my autobiography (you know I'll end up writing an autobiography) I will name it Tall Blue Starry Strangeness.
So I'm here, and it's tall, blue, starry, and strange, and also wonderful, and I just feel moved to say, "Thanks."
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3 comments:
Happy birthday to you, happy to you... I'm at work so no long fifteen paragraph comment from me, but I liked hearing your evolving thoughts on plainness from the last post (I too have gone more plain by default and by accident over time). Anyway, have a plain but fun birthday! Your Friend, Martin
And another happy birthday... lor
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