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1.
Where what I see comes to rest,
at the edge of the lake,
against what I think I see

and, up on the bank, who I am
maintains an uneasy truce
with who I fear I am,

while in the cabin’s shade the gap between
the words I said
and those I remember saying

is just wide enough to contain
the remains that remain
of what I assumed I knew.

2.
Out in the canoe, the person I thought you were
gingerly trades spots
with the person you are

and what I believe I believe
sits uncomfortably next to
what I believe.

When I promised I will always give you
what I want you to want,
you heard, or desired to hear,

something else. As, over and in the lake,
the cormorant and its image
traced paths through the sky.

–Troy Jollimore

Need to blog more, and by God, do I have a lot to talk about.

But first, food.

[ OBLIGATORY ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF THE SHOCKING LACK OF POSTS OVER THE LAST TWO MONTHS ]

If you’ve ever read lorem ipsum before (and let’s face it, odds are real good that you have), you know that I struggle to post when I feel dull, and I am in the middle of good ol’ dull swing right now. I’m like that old guy at the bar who can’t stop talking about something almost malicious in its disinterestingness…like, say, the personal histories of backup infielders who played for the Brooklyn Dodgers, 1947 - 1955. I can’t seem to string together thirty words to post here without boring myself, let alone less involved observers. Worry not, however. To everyone’s great edification and enrichment, I will force myself to write anyway. I figure, if I have to be bored thinking this crap, why not make you bored reading it? Misery loves company, etc etc.

Personally, I blame the microblogging phenomenon.

At any rate, it occurs to me that I could just use someone else’s amusing writing, in lieu of my own. To that end, here is an excerpt from an email I received this morning, from my friend Toby, describing his harrowing experience traveling from his native Britain to Miami, for his sister’s wedding. The entire email is hysterically funny, and I would not be ill-advised to post the entire thing, but it is rather long, so I will just make do with the final paragraph and postscript. Enjoy.

Long-haul flights are also mind numbingly dull, and when I fly out to Seattle I’m going to try and get an aisle seat. Having a window seat seems like it would be really fucking awesome until you remember that the Ocean is really fucking big and correspondingly really fucking dull (at least from 38000 feet in the air), and that getting to the toilet, or just out into the aisle to stretch your legs, is really fucking difficult. I did get round to watching Liam Neeson Ruins Everyone’s Shit (released under the title “Taken” in some countries), and it was a lot of fun. I also watched Watchmen again and although it doesn’t improve with repeated viewings at least it’s 3 hours long and ever-so-slightly more interesting than staring at the ocean for the same amount of time. Dr. Manhattan’s cock was blurred out, though, which took away a lot of the interest.

P.s. Mountain Dew is like the worst thing ever.

Indeed it is, Toby. Indeed it is.