Sunday 26 November 2023

Tally ho-time, or kairos if you must-time

What i have learned in a year. 


George Elliot's simply perfect poem in

but others, too.

at predawn today

no bloodied  finger jabbing, warm and balmy

Exactly what needed. For, next...

My memory is perfect. And i have no bad ones. 

And as for smell.

That reminds me... authenticity still to do.

But data needed first.

Now at last i can show, the simple mode.

And of course  it is a bodily experience, too