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: I'm singing out this poem all the way back home
- 2: Chinatown, London Underground, you know it all sounds good to me
- 3: Pa vez o pellaat da vag, ha ma c'hoantaez c'hoazh?
- 4: Take us roaming in the gloaming, your Ross rifle by your side
- 5: I spoke of crimes and of my friends in the same breath
- 6: You've got to live the life you're fighting for
- 7: Neuial a ran dre ar ruzenn
- 8: We have come to dance this dance to please the company
- 9: Thousands of ghosts in the daylight
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