Mercer Machine make a reading recommendation to The Screwy Sceptic. He suggested Nabokov's "Ada or Ardor". E@L has a first edition somewhere.
That recommendation brought back an echo of a brief conversation MM and E@L had at the last secret bloggers meeting. (It must have been a secret becasue (almost) no-one else ever turns up, despite our open invitation...)
MM: Have you read Nabokov's "Pale Fire"
E@L (clears throat):
"I was the shadow of the waxwing, slain
By the false azure of the windowpane.
I was the smudge of ashen fluff, and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky."
MM: That'd be a YES then...
Not all the conversation is on such an other-wordly level. Hardly. This, apart from some lyrics of The Waterboys - and that was actually good old WB Yeats (The Stolen Child) - is the only "poetry" (Nabokov meant it as a send-up) E@L has set to memory since leaving school. And E@L did that just in case, 20 years later, somebody should ever ask him if he had read "Pale Fire"... LOL! First time is has ever come in handy - upped E@L in MM's estimation.
More typically we are poking fun at pink-shirted preppy wankers with their collars turned up, and discussing the benefits of various types of beers, various types of music, various types of movies, various types of books. Not a lot on sport.
Actually, don't remember the DETAILS what we talk about at all... It's all just important small-talk, or trivial world-problem-solving.
Why not join us and Smootie this Friday night and not remember yourself? Or do I mean "not remember, yourself."
Might have to be an indoor venue, wadda ya reckon?
This 10 day stretch of persistent precipitation, a.k.a. rain, is what we in Australia would refer to as a "drought breaker." Just quietly. Signs of Global Wettening?
OTHER MONKEYS SAID
in texas, we call it 'february'.
In parts of Australia the 10 year old kids say, "Mommy, what is that wet stuff coming out of the sky?"