Ronald Johnson
I've been AWOL, I know: but then, is blog-neglect really such a crime?
I've been working on a short review of Lev Grossman's The Magicians. To come.
Yet I was gratefully distracted by rereading Ronald Johnson's posthumous
The Shrubberies:
burnish bones
by maggot
no Lenore,
nor Minotaur
only light, to
say the least
immure by theft
beast loft
& suckle star
are & are & are
--
Other distractions include Niall Ferguson's informative if growth-happy
The Ascent of Money. Also, if I'm being honest, I'm distracted by
this. For which I make no apology.