Farewell for Now

I've been negligent lately on all of my blogs, and I may sign off on two more of them shortly, but this is the one that's probably the most redundant at the moment, in that I have another "writerly" blog that I plan to start updating more frequently.
It won't be quite the same as it is over here, where I have a greater degree of anonymity (kind of nice) but a girl only needs so many blogs (I have more blogs than shoes, although that's not saying an awful lot. Still...)
So, to sum up, it's been real; it's been fun; it's been real fun, even, but, yes, regardless, at least for now, fare thee well.

Brodsky, from "A Part of Speech."

... and when “the future” is uttered, swarms of mice
rush out of the Russian language and gnaw a piece
of ripened memory which is twice
as hole-ridden as real cheese.
After all these years it hardly matters who
or what stands in the corner, hidden by heavy drapes,
and your mind resounds not with a seraphic “doh,”
only their rustle. Life, that no one dares
to appraise, like that gift horse’s mouth,
bares its teeth in a grin at each
encounter. What gets left of a man amounts
to a part. To his spoken part. To a part of speech.

--Joseph Brodsky, from “A Part of Speech”

from John Ashbery

The extreme austerity of an almost empty mind
Colliding with the lush, Rousseau-like foliage of its desire to communicate
Something between breaths, if only for the sake
Of others and their desire to understand you and desert you
For other centers of communication, so that understanding
May begin, and in doing so be undone.


from "And Ut Pictura Poesis Is Her Name"