Friday, February 17, 2012
Yeah, I know. I've had this day before. A Bilgerian day is one in which I want to linger endlessly at a coffee shop, make wise, witty and insightful observations about the people around me, inventory my dreams, ponder which of them have been realized, scrutinize my shortcomings, and imagine that I can still wear that one pair of jeans.
So, yeah, I love George Bilgere. But who doesn't? Who wouldn't love a poet who writes frequently about coffee and books, and about the shops in which coffee is consumed while bad novels are written, who knows what it is to want to murder someone who's on a cell phone, and who grasps the inner life and hidden meanings wrapped in unwise purchases?
He deserves a day, don't you think?
by George Bilgere
I'm sitting here reading the paper,
feeling warm and satisfied, basically content
with my life and all I have achieved.
Then I go up for a refill and suddenly realize
(Read the rest of it here, at The Writer's Almanac.)
Myra is hosting the round up this weekend at Gathering Books.