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a house on fire

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Toronto, 2014.07.23

Tonight in the wee hours, we were woken by the sirens of fire engines; a house across the street was aflame. It wasn't until much later that we learned all was well, but once again I was amazed at just how on top of things the fire department really is; they were here before the fire had gotten very far, and from the looks of the torched van and ruined garage, things could have been much worse.

We're all well.

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