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what was I doing again?
May. 7th, 2009 07:15 pmI used to think all poets were Byronic —
Mad, bad and dangerous to know.
And then I met a few. Yes it's ironic —
I used to think all poets were Byronic.
They're mostly wicked as a ginless tonic
And wild as pension plans.
(Wendy Cope)
Am having a week that is by turns pleasant and confused, with precious little Real Work in it. I feel a bit like something is hatching, actually. I am not entirely sure where my work is going at the moment or indeed where my LJ is going, but, y'know, things are moving.
( cut for meandering inconsequence with occasional navel gazing )
Mad, bad and dangerous to know.
And then I met a few. Yes it's ironic —
I used to think all poets were Byronic.
They're mostly wicked as a ginless tonic
And wild as pension plans.
(Wendy Cope)
Am having a week that is by turns pleasant and confused, with precious little Real Work in it. I feel a bit like something is hatching, actually. I am not entirely sure where my work is going at the moment or indeed where my LJ is going, but, y'know, things are moving.
( cut for meandering inconsequence with occasional navel gazing )
