It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Thursday, August 27, 2015

Return To Her Eminence: Dawn Powell's Mrs. Hemingway Novel

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the shore line.

A great heron fluttered heavily over them,
sinking into marsh without sound.
Gulls and quail squawked 
and circled the blue. 

Mudhens–dowdy middle-aged birds–
sat on old marking posts,
immovable, ugly.

A black and gold butterfly danced suddenly out 
of the beachplum trees, essayed a tiny sea voyage,
followed what seemed the fractured reflection 
of a dear playmate in the water,
then was gone in sunlight.

The canoe slid through the bushes,
the tall stiff, salt-tanged grass.

It brushed the shore where wind 
whooshed through the balsams,
where bee and blue bottle fly 
whirred low over the 
brown toasted earth.
Pages 182-183 of this edition

Partially re-formatted
and re-punctuated

Her next page is  here. 

   

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