I like that poem. Did you know W Stevens was like an ordinary banker for lots of his life. He would compose poems in his head on the way to work. Also, he liked cinnamon buns:
'Then he said, "The attorney’s office is down on Chestnut Street, so on the way down what do you say we get some cinnamon buns." I said, "Cinnamon buns?" "Yes," he said, "I always, whenever I come to Philadelphia, buy these cinnamon buns at Lahr’s." I thought, This is strange to do before we’re going to an attorney’s office. He ordered a dozen to send to Hartford. I thought, Oh, that is it. Then he wanted a dozen more; they put them in a bag, and we started off. And I thought, My gosh, I wonder when he’s going to eat these things. Well, we got to the attorney’s office, and we went through the introductions and into the conference room. There were about seven of us. He opened up his bag, put it in the middle of the table, and said, "Let’s have a cinnamon bun." Everyone, trying to be polite, agreed with him, and we all reached in and got a handful of goo. And we started our conference.'
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I like that poem. Did you know W Stevens was like an ordinary banker for lots of his life. He would compose poems in his head on the way to work. Also, he liked cinnamon buns:
ReplyDelete'Then he said, "The attorney’s office is down on Chestnut Street, so on the way down what do you say we get some cinnamon buns." I said, "Cinnamon buns?" "Yes," he said, "I always, whenever I come to Philadelphia, buy these cinnamon buns at Lahr’s." I thought, This is strange to do before we’re going to an attorney’s office. He ordered a dozen to send to Hartford. I thought, Oh, that is it. Then he wanted a dozen more; they put them in a bag, and we started off. And I thought, My gosh, I wonder when he’s going to eat these things. Well, we got to the attorney’s office, and we went through the introductions and into the conference room. There were about seven of us. He opened up his bag, put it in the middle of the table, and said, "Let’s have a cinnamon bun." Everyone, trying to be polite, agreed with him, and we all reached in and got a handful of goo. And we started our conference.'
Do more Yoga. It is good. Also, twitter? Try Twitterfox (google it), it makes keeping up and updating waaaaaay easier. Keep up your posts, I love them.