C.J. Williams's Blog, page 31
January 11, 2012
January 7, 2012
Studying 5 minutes before a test
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Er, I had to pass this one along. It is definitive.
December 26, 2011
A Conversation, One-Way, Through Squirrel Knots
He sat opposite you with words in a tumble like squirrel knots, snaggled around his head—and he built them as he sat, built, strained crazy patterns like a patched quilt—and calmly patted his hand on the table. Reasonably, hiccuping one splintered second; rationally, tying gordian knots into theses he laid out. Calmly.
Did he say, you understand too? Mostly, no. Mostly, he declaimed. And you try not too gaze too quizzically at the growing stand of thorns bands, squirreling confusion in...
Il Momentino
Wonder weaves
most whimsically
and what I see
I could not see
through other eyes
than wonder's.
December 9, 2011
So Very Easy to Overlook -- Breakfast?
Oy, well, it can be. Especially as I—between books and nooks—need to eat gluten free, meaning sans wheat. No barley, rye, or oats. Nothing that contains odd starches, or wheat—white or whole—flour for thickening.
In Western style breakfasts, this can be rather a hurdle. Americans and Brits like their wheat, whether it be pancakes, or mixed with potatoes, or the toast variety in thick slices.
Anyhow, excellent gluten free and dairy free breakfast is as follows, and makes me think of being...
October 11, 2011
Nooks That Are Books
Books are often easy to overlook.
They are a modest, shy form of art—and to them, one has to seek them out. Rampant curiosity can help, the drive to turn anything inside out and upside down, but: they don't shout out like a billboard, or blare and blind like the silver screen (even when it is subtle, it gets behind your eyes before you get behind its).
For a book, you've got to pull open covers. Sit silently. Settle into austere print, as bleak and craggy as ironworks. Listen. Because a book...
October 4, 2011
To Peer, Nooks Overlooked by Looking
Peculiarity
pricks
more the one peering
at peculiar
than the personage
deemed
peerable.
So says
the perching peering
person
in short pants
on the lawn.
October 2, 2011
This House, This Home
If you could write this house…
It would not be the hard-seeming: look. It is a scarecrow home, structure built tam'o shanter, shored up with gravel where no foundation is. The walls are ghostly with dawn's film.
It is founded by a couple who never saw a roof built, and can't quite see the link a roof's steeple makes: no architects, but creative.
Stairways slant, the roof flung skywards breaks off to soar open, letting stars drop in—with dark; with night; with dew.
There are immaculate lace and l...
August 5, 2011
From the pages of Shiki's Strings, & Small Things
[Chestertonian Reflection ]
the white flag risen is
no sign of
surrenders given; nor of
fallow hands and minds.
its purity is donned,
designed
to band and bind
no man ever conquered
the white flag
May 27, 2011
An Addendum to R.C.
He also might be called willingness. Willingness, that is, as opposed to the Willful sort.
