Whimsy and fancy play with the skirts of reality,
Flip them about like can-can dancers,
An amorous girl bounding about downtown streets poesy-eyed.
They flirt with exposition; pretend to show us things unseen.
I spend my time annoying folks with an overly complicated vocabulary, because I can never remember the proper word in any given situation. To feed this alienating ability, I read out-of-date textbooks on the assumption that they'll illuminate how we've come to understand what we currently do. I'm the guy with a book at the end of the bar, unsuccessfully trying to convince myself that I'm the meanest person you know.
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Discussion
2 comments for “Discovery”
I really enjoy the imagery here—you had me at “whimsy.” But I am also left wanting more.
I’m glad you liked it, and I’m glad you wanted more. I was intentionally leaving it very simple. I found that when I tried to expound on the thought I was just writing over the point I was trying to make.
I really enjoy the imagery here—you had me at “whimsy.” But I am also left wanting more.
I’m glad you liked it, and I’m glad you wanted more. I was intentionally leaving it very simple. I found that when I tried to expound on the thought I was just writing over the point I was trying to make.