One of my favourite bits of MacNeice: Upon the decks they take beef tea, Who are so free, so free, so free, But down the ladder in the engine-room (Doom, doom, doom, doom.) The great cranks rise and fall, repeat, The great cranks plod with their Assyrian feet To match the monotonous energy of the […]
Many artists seek to attain immortality through their art, but few would expect their work to outlast the human race and live on for billions of years. As Canadian poet Christian B
Whilom I was browsynge thurgh myn RSS redere, ich happed upon an newe blogge – hyt nys nat altogidir newe, but newely entred into myn orbit – ywriten by noon othere than that noble auctour Geoffrey Chaucer. (Ich am nat makynge thys up, I sweare.) Ywis, yt is soomdel funnye and goode matere for those […]
The snow we saw together – has it fallen again this year? Adapted from Haiku of Basho.
These are private words addressed to you in public. If only Eliot had lived to see Facebook.