Back from CT
Great, relaxing weekend with Shawn and Ollie and a fireplace. Beautiful views from our hotel. Several good local beers and fresh seafood. Long walks. Read lots of James Merrill, since our hotel was on Water Street where he lived for 40 years. At the Harp & Hound in Mystic yesterday I laughed aloud at one poem, and the regular next to me and bartender asked me to read it aloud:
From "Eight Bits"
5/ LIPSTICK, 1935
At Aunt Pearl's kiss the pointed head
Extruded glistening pale red
From the jet sheath where it was housed
Looked like our Labrador, aroused.
Hooting and howling ensued.
