But now (Murdoch)

There had been a drama, there had been some characters, but now everyone else was dead and only in me a memory remained of what had been.

Iris Murdoch, from A Severed Head

Cherry crepes

More poems

I've added 6 new poems.

On tolerance

Functional tolerance is reciprocal.

Cheddar potato soup

Poems

I've posted 7 new poems.

Extremes

Extremes are conducive to change, irrespective of any other qualities.

A taste of a possible future

The blog is back from its anti-SOPA blackout!

Small bites

I have posted 6 new short poems—the first of the year!

On experience

It is the clarity, not the rarity, of experience that sets its reward.

Could explain a lot...

What if afterlife were a series of successive replays of life? How soon what was originally undertaken with pleasure and profit would deaden and dull to a purgatorial trap! What was once free, now restricted and determined and inescapable.

Full moon rising

Chicken & dumplings

From this recipe.

Impossible

The things we imagine about one another make it impossible for us to know one another.

Cerdo con Limón

From the new cookbook I got for Christmas.