Exploring finches


A Happy Darwin Day to everyone!

As Google teaches us this Tuesday morning, it isn’t just about this humble scientist’s achievements in life

– though those of you who previously visited Darwin House on a spring afternoon get a sense of what he truly desired –

endless rows of insects and finches in glass cabinets, captured, pinned to an unnaturally cream-coloured background as if sleeping.

There’s little final about perfection, or the unattainable in itself. A brief check on Amazon revealed conceptual poetry has turned into Latin; ancient, dead and only written about, not written in.
This makes today’s mission for a book title merely exciting, from experience, it is when you least expect it, and when there isn’t a scrap of paper around for miles – not bemoaning the loss of possibilities, preferably raising the lifeless back onto the page.

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