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back on my bike

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Toronto, 2013.04.01

I rode my bike to work today. It was cold, but good. Quite cold, actually. Windy with snow driving into my face.

And it was the same on the way home.

But at least the traffic was light; I think that most people had a day off, it being Easter Monday (not sure of that exact name).

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