today's reading

Day of feeling poor memory.

This morning before work Gavin Yuan Gao in Stilts journal

                                [...]I hear summer moult

into autumn, persimmons untethered
               from stalwart branches thudding
                          to the ground like bells of flesh.

I don't know if persimmons do that - they're fairly firmly tethered to the branch and will stay there long after the orange leaves have gone, so long as the birds don't get them; and 'like bells of flesh', isn't fruit flesh already? An invisible simile?

Cycling, pondering over the persimmons, then an old man in business shirt on footpath with pendulous belly.

And Dženana Vucic also in Stilts.

and i wade out with this summer’s froglets  
skipping against my shins

Like a friend's memory of her grandparent's rice paddy in Sendai, covered in frogs. This one is structured semantically.

Then Peter Porter in Meanjin which I could half not work out - for example, why 'Yeats's Nobel head' and what is 'the long tree of light'?

Waited in the car for takeaway burgers with Be With, Forrest Gander with the inside light. Put book in glovebox so as not to rest greasy bags on it. Made mental note to remember to bring it inside so it didn't cook in the car.

After doing dishes, a mug of tea to the radio, Marlon Williams singing aria from Tannhäuser.

Then Happy Gilmore while trying to recall the actor playing the nasty orderly's name, to add to the list of unlocked names: Julian Assange, Le Corbusier, Kenneth Rexroth, and Fiona something, still to be solved.