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no snow at all

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

St. Catharines, 2013.12.27

We all brought our parkas and boots and even a sled, but the snow's all melted and it's even moderately sunny - I'm not complaining, but I am overdressed.

Speaking of which, I did some clothes shopping. It's something I only do about once a year, and this time it was casual wear for outside work. I now own once again own jeans. It's been four or five years.

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