Thursday, October 30, 2014
`Words Kept Getting in the Way'
Dr. Johnson offers consolation: “Alas, Madam! How few books are there of which one can ever possibly arrive at the last page.”
“Lips, let sour words go by and language end:
What is amiss plague and infection mend!
Weeping at times, but mostly happy, the little village of a few hundred souls has a robust sense of humour. Vrbov's dual nature is evidenced by more than just the emotional tides of the people, for even the name of the place has a dual meaning: willow and boiling water. boiling water ...
“In shoeless corridors, the lights burn. How
Isolated, like a fort, it is --
The headed paper, made for writing home
(If home existed) letters of exile: Now
Night comes on. Waves fold behind villages.”