|Prague in winter with snow falling.|
Erm. Yes, what a most interesting heading for a blog entry. I really do have no excuse. On a completely unrelated side note, please take notice of how I am using only one space after a period. I know it to be the right thing to do.
Okay. Croatian. How 'bout that. Recently, I did a little google digging (how boring is that?) and can you imagine what I found! Yes! It is a rhetorical question, right you are! I found Croatian! Not just anything Croatian, mind you. What I found was my poem Early Insomnia, first published in the unequaled Apparatus Magazine translated into Croatian, right here. Now, I am not a stickler or anything, but I do figure that translating something that I wrote without my consent is not entirely okay in a legal sort of way. Not that I wouldn't have given my consent. It would have been just really nice to be asked! You know?
|Seriously, what is it with me and skulls? (World Peace, just sayin')|
Then, google also revealed Yours Truly and the much admired, beloved Yeats in one sentence. Where, you may ask. Why, right here. Eric mentions that my poem About Roses 'slight[ly] echoes of Yeats'. What greater praise could there be? Not that a poet necessarily needs praise. At least, poets pretend they do not need praise when indeed they do but nobody seems to care. I will shut up about that topic right now, because it could fill another blog entry, so I might deal with it later. Might I say, mind you.
|Life is so pretty in all its moments of being where you are supposed to be...|
And I said Sailing Stones. Those are just weird. I haven't actually done all that much research yet, but it would seem that your average stone in Death Valley just moves, like, well, no idea like what because I never heard anything like it. Just moves! I should write a poem about that, or a story.
|And somewhere, there are angels.|
What have those pictures to do with this blog entry anyway???