October 15, 2004
The bird is a wonderful companion. He reminds me of one of the sets from Thin Red Line. Don't ask me to explain, diary, it's just a feeling. When he dances in his cage, it's poetry. I was paging through some of Sam's effects the other day. Well, that was the mot juste, diary: Sam's effects. It just works. Anyway, I got into his Robert Frost compedium. That "stopping by the woods" poem is a lot better than I remembered. What works about it is that it's about the fragility of human obligations in the face of death, but it's also about a guy who just gets distracted in the woods. I fantasized about tearing the page out and keeping it, but I'll just send Manolo to Dutton's.