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the week that wasn't

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Toronto, 2018.11.19

November in Toronto, when you can say, "Thank god we carried the sofa down all those stairs before it started snowing".... On Sunday I spent the day studying for an exam I wrote Monday. Then the rest of the week was a blur of very long days, with Thursday sofa-before-the-snow day. Only to be capped with a half-day in bed with a migraine on Friday, then nearly a normal work day again. Then Saturday was corporate tax day (one of n).

Hard to remember that I had the summer off, to be honest.

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