Inconstant light will be updating once per month from today, rather than once every three weeks. The reasons for this relate to the persistence of reality. It has nothing to do with the wood ducks, so they tell me.
What are you writing?
Come on, let me see.
When Eloise left, she took most
of the crow in the fridge, just left the bones
and the beaks for me, but I didn’t care—
they were always my favorite bits.
Now the moths in the wardrobe are
eating her stole, and her fur coat
is next on the menu.
When I dine with the microwave by candlelight,
when I cannot decide between moping and brooding,
when the leaves in the trees all whisper Eloise,
when reality is unrealistically real,
the moths, they flutter about my ears,
with their sussurated condolence
and unwanted suggestions:
“You might try a sacrifice, when the moon
and the planets align: a bonfire
of your cherished first-editions collection.
Your vanity and your arrogance
are also inflammable.”
That’s what I wrote, Eloise.
So now you know.
Vanilla Fudge performed Für Elise just the way Beethoven would have wanted, if they’d had electric instruments and ear-shattering amplification in 1810.
Louise, written by L Robin & R Whiting, sung by Maurice Chevalier, 1929.
The Bonfire of the Vanities, Tom Wolfe, Farrar Straus Giroux, 1987.
Alignment of the Planets, seen through a moth’s eyes. Moths consider most bright objects to be planets: lamps, the moon etc. Alternative title: Solarity, Lunarity and Reality. Made with VEE, the visual evolution engine.