Friday, August 23rd marked the end of my fifth year of blogging. Thanks to all of you who've followed me and continue to comment.
This is what I posted on 8/23/08 and it still holds true today:
For the mind, by nature stagey, welds its frame
Tomb-like around each little world of a day.
We jump from picture to picture and cannot follow
the living curve that is breathlessly the same.
— Louis Mac Neice / 1907-1963
What little world?
EACH LITTLE WORLD that collides with mine:
The world of interiors and exteriors; bibliophiles; china and dishing; feasts and fests; food; flowers and gardens; material possessions and textile obsessions; worldly goods and bads.
Your worlds and mine.
Let the collision begin.
. . .
The opening quoted text is the 2nd stanza of Louis Mac Neice's poem, "August," as it appears in A Little Treasury of Modern Poetry.
