“Drive a nail home and clinch it so faithfully that you can wake up in the night and think of your work with satisfaction,- a work at which you would not be ashamed to invoke the Muse”
Skiing on Parnassus--the billboard
It is Greece, after all, and I have drunk from their spring, which has been provided with taps for the thirsty tourist poets. I lined up with the students and I took my swig. Too easy, the expensive parkas of Europe schussing down the body of myth
the Muse of course fixates on that odd word "skiing," those two 'i's so wrong and inecapable. Ski-ing.
Ski...ing. Parnassus won't do, a word with unbearable baggage. --me