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FiftyFive ~ # 172
I have a feeling this picture is where this blog arrived. I was writing The Ghost of Joe DiMaggio (no idea what is happening to it at the moment). But 55 is soon over and 56 beckons and I have a feeling it is time this blog moved on too - though to what is unclear. I do have 2 books to research and write in 2011 and being 56 allows me that extra maturity to do them justice. Nevertheless, one does need an outlet for the frivolous and the reflective and the flippant and the musings (abstruser as Coleridge would say - though that is asking for a suspension of disbelief - to paraphrase him again). But I can confirm the Icarus musings are taking flight and things are stirring there, like a lot of creative work and ideas and some critical too - ooh ooh ooh, doobie do - but a trawl around the Buffalo Springfield revealed this version of Expecting to Fly - "...you stood on the edge of your feather, expecting to fly..." good ol' Neil Young - this version has a wistfulness:
I have a feeling this picture is where this blog arrived. I was writing The Ghost of Joe DiMaggio (no idea what is happening to it at the moment). But 55 is soon over and 56 beckons and I have a feeling it is time this blog moved on too - though to what is unclear. I do have 2 books to research and write in 2011 and being 56 allows me that extra maturity to do them justice. Nevertheless, one does need an outlet for the frivolous and the reflective and the flippant and the musings (abstruser as Coleridge would say - though that is asking for a suspension of disbelief - to paraphrase him again). But I can confirm the Icarus musings are taking flight and things are stirring there, like a lot of creative work and ideas and some critical too - ooh ooh ooh, doobie do - but a trawl around the Buffalo Springfield revealed this version of Expecting to Fly - "...you stood on the edge of your feather, expecting to fly..." good ol' Neil Young - this version has a wistfulness:
