Friday, December 25, 2009
FOLLOWING THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
"How did we get into this mess, Jones?"
"I can't properly say, Beau. How?"
"I'm of two minds Jones, and one it out searching
for the other."
"What's the problem now, Beau? You going to tell me?"
"I'm thinking about it, Jones. When I know the answer,
I'll know what the question is."
Old Jones sighs and, the sensible person he is, walks away
shaking his head and muttering to himself.
I'm doing the same thing, maybe a few expletives to underscore
the dilemma.
This much I know about yellow brick roads, this one:
COLD PRESS I is related to COLD PRESS II.
There must have been a method to that madness.
There's always tomorrow.
COLD PRESS
- Gwen Beauregard
- Montreal, Quebec, Canada
- i wrote some books and gave away library. i like to think that every poem is a love poem. i believe that "No" is a full sentence. i used to collect old books and young cats. i don't like noisy people, places or things. my three favourite words: yes, please, thank you. my favourite punctuation mark is the colon: i have a beautiful cat, a bicycle, an old typewriter, and a ladle. these things make me happy.
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Thursday, November 13, 2008
WHEN TOMORROW DOESN'T ARRIVE
Oh brother! The slower I go, the slower I arrive at-- nothing.
Laddie has finally given up asking questions about "stuff" and has left the office to go in search of something a little more challenging than watching me tangle with my decided lack of savvy in these matters.
The last I heard was a couple of hours ago when he suggested that he might just pop in on his friend, Melancholy Bob over at Writing Off The Wall, where he figured he might talk to Bob and ask him for some guidance for his handler. That being me. I have to admit, he is one smart dog.
Between them they probably will have something cooked up for the next time we get back to advancing the cause. Wouldn't be at all surprised if he came back with a few intelligent Whippet style answers.
There's always tomorrow, eh?
Laddie has finally given up asking questions about "stuff" and has left the office to go in search of something a little more challenging than watching me tangle with my decided lack of savvy in these matters.
The last I heard was a couple of hours ago when he suggested that he might just pop in on his friend, Melancholy Bob over at Writing Off The Wall, where he figured he might talk to Bob and ask him for some guidance for his handler. That being me. I have to admit, he is one smart dog.
Between them they probably will have something cooked up for the next time we get back to advancing the cause. Wouldn't be at all surprised if he came back with a few intelligent Whippet style answers.
There's always tomorrow, eh?