January 20, 2015 - Seed
I had
a note from Nashe: “Still reading, but . . .” (I hate “but” – it bodes no
good.) “ . . . you’re not an essayist, explaining things you don’t quite
understand yourself: elaboration. (Leave that to better egos.) Think describe, compress. Write a post – what
it’s called, right? – sonnet-length, no more - 140 syllables. And get
outside your head. Into the world of things.”
Easier challenged than accomplished. This
morning’s kitchen table, after last night’s cooking for sick friends: cookbook,
candle, cumin, Kindle; notebook, newspaper; headphones, crossword; two lists,
two pens, one pencil, one plate; one sunflower seed.
j
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