Perennial Measure: Epistemology of Calendars and Hourglasses

Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Epistemology of Calendars and Hourglasses

If we’re to wait for love
or death, won’t fate then
be nice to each human? Li
fe is wet on rainy days and
uh quickly dries, summers!
Just try and burn your v
alentine and then de
fine your every
dinner. Lo
ve is we
t in rai
ny walk
s but coul
d be dry as si
lver-dower : it’s
best when love is li
fe itself, as weak in bo
ne as clam in chowder. A
s truly fine shall be its tast
e, if not its every savour. L
ife is good if we can wait b
efore our hour is over, for
then you’ll see your every
walk as part of time’s des
ires in glasses’ bowers.

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About "Perennial Measure," the first blogged poetry volume on this site:

On the seventh day in the writing of this collection, or perhaps already subconsciously during the making of that first poem, it became clear that this series, Perennial Measure (the volume), shall be about the practice of poetry and art. Having laid that assumption down, trying to follow that course, however, I saw that I was able to move later to the creation of pieces on various other themes, as if I was trying to present to my reader those various themes and issues that confront a poet in his life and everyday world, qua poet. But, so as not to veer too far away from my central theme, the series would interrupt that straying again to make me go back to pieces strictly on poetry or art. And that push and pull from the central theme went on to the end of the volume project (which targeted 56 pieces or 56 printed book pages worth). So, approach this collection thus, then, should it please you, and consider reading the last poem, "Perennial Failure," against the first one, "Perennial Measure." Otherwise, you can just approach the section or volume or book how you would rather, as maybe you should. Here is Perennial Measure, the blogged poetry book within this eponymously titled Perennial Measure blogged literary creations site.