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I should mention that while I require cold, pouring rain, I also require, at some point, the sun to emerge unexpectedly. The sunbeams will illuminate the rising motes of steam from my beverage. The rising steam will resemble, and thus stoke, my Original Creative Fire, and this shall signal the crystallizing moment of artistic creation that sets my writing apart from the work of others. Then, it should begin pouring rain again
"The Faculty Meeting"
This is the way we smirk and sigh, lurk and spy, favor buy,
this is the way we smile and lie
to prepare for the faculty meeting.
This is the way we bluff our way, fluff our way, gruff our way,
this is the way we puff and bray
through the faculty meeting.
Customer: “Do you have ‘Dr. Who and the Secrets of the Hidden Planet of Time’?”
Bookseller: “I’m not familiar with that one. Hang on and I’ll check our system for you… I’m afraid I can’t find it in our database or a reference to it online. Are you sure you’ve got the right title?”
Customer: “No, not at all. I don’t know that it actually exists.”
Bookseller: “What do you mean?”
Customer: “Oh, I was just driving to work yesterday and I thought up the title and I thought, ‘Now that sounds like the kind of book I’d like to read,’ you know?”
I remembered something (probably the oddest comment on Thoreau ever made) that a Cornell prof told me twenty-five years ago. He said that Thoreau was ‘all right, but I wish he had more get-up-and-go.’ I treasure that remark, and when the pain in my neck is bad I comfort myself with it, and go around muttering ‘The god damn son of a bitch had no get-up-and-go.’