How to dance properly

Worth a giggle, at least.

Quote of the day from Contemporary Poetry Review:

“It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.” -Stéphane Mallarmé

And a bit more from Mallarmé:

“Oui, je sais qu’au lointain de cette nuit, la Terre
Jette d’un grand éclat l’insolite mystère
Sous les siècles hideux qui l’obscurcissent moins.”

Yes, I now know that far into the night the Earth
Is flinging a strange and mysterious shaft of light whose
Brilliance will only be increased as the grim centuries pass by.

Rather uplifting coming from him, I think.

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I’ve been working all week at St. Martin’s. Tomorrow and Saturday, all day at Tumwater. My first full days out there, since working there once, for 5 hours. I’m nervous, yes, but I’m trying to be laid back about it. It’s just a job, after all, and not a particularly difficult one. Even so, shelving books for 8 hours of the day sounds particularly brain-numbing. I wish I could just work the reference desk here full-time. *grumble grumble*

Swing dancers can get cantankerous, particularly when they’re talking about choreography, and everyone wants it done their way. They seem so fun and pleasant on the outside; who knew?

I need a day off … or a week. Either way.
*yawns sleepily and has a daydream about coffee*

I’d love some comments on yesterday’s story;
good, bad, long or short, any remarks are lovely.