Received with thanks!!
The thanks is all mine. You entertain me greatly. Incidentally does the farmer plough his first furrow from left to right or right to left. Umberto Eco has a theory that it depends on the direction of the eye when reading. So I'd say it's from left to right. In countries where they read from right to left the converse may be true. As I say, only a theory. Just read it so thought I'd ask.
Well... your photo reminds me of Garfield's saying when the cream cake fell to the ground and he put it on the plate again with the words: "It's still the same cake." Though here one might ask: Is it?
It's a chair. And I have awarded it to a poet who is not Welsh and therefore not in the reckoning for a bardic chair at the next eisteddfod, yes they really get a chair, more use than a shiny statue, so the question of when a cake ceases to be a cake is for the cats as they say in Austria.
Oh, I didn't know that Weaver is a poet, sorry. I just looked at that chair on your photo and thought: garbage? But still the idea of a chair exists in it. As in the cream cake.
See Weaver's reply below, but maybe she hides her light under a proverbial bushel.
I think it is stretching it a bit to call me a poet Gwil. More of a learner/poet who gets quite a lot of her inspiration from your poetry.
Too late. You can't refuse it like Beckett did the Nobel Lit. now ;)!
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