2006 ripe pears

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Quarantine Project Day 26

 

Here's another Greater Crested Writing Twit for you.  See if you can guess the author:

"As for my next book, I am going to hold myself from writing it till I have it impending in me:  grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall."

Heavens, they love that word gravid, don't they?  To misquote Herman Goring, "When I hear the word gravid I reach for my revolver."

 That sort of stuff knocks the poetry out of everything,  Faced with that, what can I say about Day 26?  I wrote some words.  Were they any good?  What a question.  I could stare at that question all day, shuttling between elation and despair.  So I'm not even going to ask.

2006 pendant, gravid words.  Ripe pears.  Virginia Woolf, you are such a sap.

 

(For previous blogs in the Quarantine Project click on "achives")

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