This morning's earworm was a fleeting passage from JS Bach, hard to identify and impossible to eradicate. Lovely and tangled at the same time. Here's a sample of a Bach piece by the incomparable Angela Hewitt as an example, a metaphor for a confused mind in an up mood. The earworms win today. Today's poem reminded me of the time that I spent in Leipzig, City of Heroes, birthplace of Bach and with other charms ...
She has no English
I have no German. We
smile and speak knitting
In the best woolshop in the world.
Maundy and maun
1 month ago
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