Can’t have weather like we’ve been having without thinking of Wallace Stevens’ “The Snow Man”:

I felt that obligated to write this eight years ago. Damnit that I have to post again today. History repeating!

This doesn’t happen very often in my world, so today we get to call it beautiful.

“But I don’t want to push my chips forward and go out and meet something I don’t understand. A man would have to put his soul at hazard. He’d have to say, ‘Okay, I’ll be part of this world.’” —No Country for Old Men (2007).

Apropros of the first clown show term (‘16-‘20), this little ditty I wrote still seems relevant:

I want this @maggiesmithpoet.bsky.social poem to be my first post, because it’s so damn good and it maybe sums up what we’re all doing here?