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the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Tokyo, 2010.04.14

As I stood looking out the window and munching on my lunch of brown rice, I noticed three gorgeous birds. They made me momentarily homesick.

Because they were bluejays! Well at first glance they looked like the popular Winter-seasonal birds native to the part of the world where I was born. They are certainly a dusty blue in colour, especially along their long tails. But they've got a distinctly round head with a cap of black feathers. A quick search on the Internet came up with nothing but I'm pretty sure that they're corvids of some kind.

Anyway, a very welcome addition to the usual collection of crows, rock pigeons, and the odd sparrow.

rand()m quote

Immature poets imitate mature poets steal bad poets deface what they take and good poets make it into something better or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique utterly different than that from which it is torn the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion. A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time or alien in language or diverse in interest.

—T.S. Eliot