So, I don’t ever really post anything here that isn’t a new word. But I wrote this thing, and Brevity published it… so I’m gonna go ahead and break my own rule.
Poohdism could count as a new word, right? Sure.
There. I’ve broken and mended my rule.
A guest post from Andrew Panebianco, on the act of imagining:
Because as you probably know, Pooh has his own Tao, now.
So let’s leave it here—there’s an immensity to Pooh. There’s a touch of eternity to all his bumbling; a bottomlessness to his most rumbly of tumblies.
There’s a stare into the open eye until the closed eyes open kind of Zen to Pooh.
He’s got Pooh-dist leanings, you could say.
I want to talk about everything that makes Pooh, Pooh. But I don’t even understand it all. So instead I’ll focus on a single point—my very favorite moment, from my very favorite character, from my very favorite story from the entire World of Pooh.
Which is my very favorite.
Here’s how it starts:
Christopher Robin has sent Pooh off…
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