Posted two replies, deleted both for
reasons I decline to realise – pissed
& typing wild on 1 ½ litres of fine
Colombard Chardonnay in the early
evening. Why do I feel put upon in
seeing things I know have meaning
only in an abstruse sense? Offense
is relative indeed. When you let the
wine glow with evening’s warmth
you find a firmness of thought that
supersedes abstract reasoning. I’m
pleased I found the time to steep in
an obtuse wallow of good sense; a
recompense for those times I, too,
was swallowed by events just a tad
too brutally remote over an horizon.
©19 December 2007, I. D. Carswell
reasons I decline to realise – pissed
& typing wild on 1 ½ litres of fine
Colombard Chardonnay in the early
evening. Why do I feel put upon in
seeing things I know have meaning
only in an abstruse sense? Offense
is relative indeed. When you let the
wine glow with evening’s warmth
you find a firmness of thought that
supersedes abstract reasoning. I’m
pleased I found the time to steep in
an obtuse wallow of good sense; a
recompense for those times I, too,
was swallowed by events just a tad
too brutally remote over an horizon.
©19 December 2007, I. D. Carswell
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