Smoking Three Nuns tonight, in another MM corn cob pipe, from the modified series "Rusticob" as sold by Aristocob, a few years back.
Drinking a hot, red, spicy drink and reading the poem "The Lake Isle" by the "heretic" American poet Ezra Pound (1885 – 1972). I find it very nice and since it is related to our "thing", please allow me to put it here below:
The Lake Isle
O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop,
With the little bright boxes
piled up neatly upon the shelves
And the loose fragment cavendish
and the shag,
And the bright Virginia
loose under the bright glass cases,
And a pair of scales
not too greasy,
And the votailles dropping in for a word or two in passing,
For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit.
O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Lend me a little tobacco-shop,
or install me in any profession
Save this damn’d profession of writing,
where one needs one’s brains all the time.
Keep calm good people and may God help and comfort the people of Turkey.