World is crazier and more of it than we think, / Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion / A tangerine and spit the pips and feel / The drunkenness of things being various.* Recently I attended a memorial service for a man I never met. Perhaps it wouldn’t have happened in normal times but, as coronavirus had restricted the numbers that could attend the funeral proper, a gathering had been arranged via Zoom: one of those curious new types of intimacy fostered in this odd year. We wanted to show our support for our friend, whose father this was, and being there was our way of doing that.
On oranges
On oranges
On oranges
World is crazier and more of it than we think, / Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion / A tangerine and spit the pips and feel / The drunkenness of things being various.* Recently I attended a memorial service for a man I never met. Perhaps it wouldn’t have happened in normal times but, as coronavirus had restricted the numbers that could attend the funeral proper, a gathering had been arranged via Zoom: one of those curious new types of intimacy fostered in this odd year. We wanted to show our support for our friend, whose father this was, and being there was our way of doing that.