Happiness is a duck in the oven and a glaze of quinces and cider simmering on the stove. In one of its forms, anyway. Another is new books—
papersky's Ha'penny,
desperance's Shelter, Ben Parzybok's Couch, Growing Back: Poems 1972—1992 by Rika Lesser. Yet another is
lesser_celery, in person, talking about Tom Stoppard and beef stock and dirty bombs. Music I haven't heard yet. An enameled plaque of squid. My brother, dozing. TCM appears to be playing film noir for Christmas, of which I totally approve. Tomorrow, the Museum of Science; first, I must attend to the duck.
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- 1: And how it gets you home safe and then messes the house up
- 2: Now where did you get that from, John le Carré?
- 3: And me? Well, I'm just the narrator
- 4: This is what I get for being civilized
- 5: I'd marry her this minute if she only would agree
- 6: Open up your mouth, but the melody is broken
- 7: Is your heart hiding from your fire?
- 8: Everybody knows the world's gone wrong
- 9: The dusty light, the final hour
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