On the table beside my chair. I think of Wendell Berry:

Throwing Away the Mail

Nothing is simple,
not even simplification.
Thus, throwing away
the mail, I exchange
the complexity of duty
for the simplicity of guilt.

(Donald Hall once said that that was the wickedest poem he had ever heard.)


this is a nice blog, there's something special about daily-ness. i just can't put my fingure on it...

Thanks, Ming. For me, I think the dailiness lets me concentrate more on the process than on any particular day's result - the feeling of the whole evolves over time.

Thankyou for this short poem, it has led me to discovering Wendell Berry and his work. A gift.

If I do nothing else today, I'm happy. Thanks, Ian.

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