Until Harry arrives. . .
My current reading is eclectic. . .
One is The Vaults of Time, by Stephan A. Schwartz, a book about the application of psychic viewing to archeology, and two are books about the history of cowboys in Kansas, by Jim Hoy.
At my left elbow is a collection of poetry by the two-term Poet Laureate, Billy Collins, titled, The Trouble With Poetry.
The trouble with poetry is
that it encourages the writing of more poetry,
more guppies crowding the fish tank,
more baby rabbits hopping out of their mothers
into the dewy grass.
Collins is very funny, and charming as can be. I once saw him give a reading to 1,000 people in Kansas City, Mo. One thousand people at a poetry reading!
Down on the carpet to my right is a well-loved book I've had for years, a collection of poems by, and biography of, Emily Dickinson.
Presentiment--is that long Shadow--on the Lawn--
Indicative that Suns go down--
The Notice to the startled Grass
That Darkness--is about to pass.
Emily's no stand-up comedienne, but like Billy, she sure does tell the truth
Tomorrow, I'll start that new book by that little known author J.K. Rowling. Will you? Maybe I should post a special Harry Potter thread, just for those who've finished the book, so we don't have to worry about spoilers.
I hope you have a perfectly wizard day, and I'll see you in the comments. Y'all.