Silly Girl

Suddenly, she said, "I was reading these novels of Wallace Stevens. He was a terrible writer."

It wasn't what we were talking about. It wasn't anywhere near what was going on. It was a brain-rattling non sequitur of the very first order.

So of course I immediately asked if she had read The Palm at the End of the Mind, because, dream or no, I was not about to let a great poet be insulted by anyone, let alone a silly slip of a girl who was enchantingly attractive and couldn't behave according to the stream of things.

Therefore, it being daytime again and myself somewhat awake, I refer you to The Palm at the End of the Mind, the actual poem, because no one, not even myself in my sleep, pulls a fast one on me.

By the way, the picture has nothing to do with all this. I was going to say something entirely different and completely appropriate about the picture. Something having to do with The Great Granite Ram.

Oh well.

29 May 2026
Texas Jim
Photo taken in the vicinity of Rogues Roost, Nova Scotia