Other than that I had to think of a name for this blog and had no idea what to call it when the registration form came up on screen.
a) It’s the name of a collection of poems by Norman MacCaig.
b) It gives me a chance to think about how the subject-matter of a poem isn’t always what’s written up-front, in the same way as what your eyes fix on first when you walk into a room may not be its defining feature. The surroundings, rather than the thing in itself.
c) For some strange reason, it was the first word that came into my head, so I went with it. That’s the bland truth.