All Poets Are Idlers, Even If All

Life Is Becoming No More Than Staring At The Screen.

Sensible People Advise Against Drinking On An Empty Stomach, But To My Mind It Is The Best Sort Of Drinking.

Embrace The Faff. Stare Out Of The Window. Bend Paperclips. Stand In The Middle Of The Room Trying To Remember What You Came Downstairs For. Pace. Drum Your Fingertips. Move Papers Around. Hum. Look At The Garden.

A Conclusion I’ve Come To At The Idler Is That It Starts With Retreating From Work But It’s Really About Making Work Into Something That Isn’t Drudgery And Slavery, And Then Work And Life Can Become One Thing.

One Of The Least Arduous But Most Productive Of Gardening Jobs, The Magic Of Deadheading Never Fails To Delight Me. It Was A Revelation When The Principle Was Explained To Me: That Flowers Are The Attempt By The Plant To Reproduce Itself. So If You Cut The Heads Off Before The Flower Turns Into Seeds, The Plant Will Continue To Flower.