Actually, in the bigger scheme of things, six days isn’t so long not to have blogged, especially since I’ve been doing things like seeing Harold and Kumar go to White Castle. But I’ve also been reading a lot of poetry recently. I ought to be directing you to a sheaf of fine South African poetry, and soon I will, but in the meantime here’s a very digestible nugget from Agha Shahid Ali.
StationeryThe moon did not become the sun.
It just fell on the desert
in great sheets, reams
of silver handmade by you.
The night is your cottage industry now,
the day is your brisk emporium.
The world is full of paper.Write to me.