David Jones's Blog, page 1296
December 23, 2012
Christmas Crossings
Instead, he wandered a different world, a different universe, to that snowy vision of Christmas Eve. A lifeless, colourless landscape of perpetually grey, desolate twilight held the boy to its dead, empty fields and its dead, empty sky. He roamed for eternity, but still the drained, insipid world of the forgotten dead stretched on with endless, empty monotony. Sometimes, on the horizon, drab, dreary hills or blank undulations would materialize, and thus the boy would quicken his pace towards...
That far off night sky.
That far off night sky.
December 22, 2012
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the..."
- Sylvia Plath (via yeahwriters)
Expect to see at least one Shrek film this Christmas.
Expect to see at least one Shrek film this Christmas.
December 21, 2012
The Shortest Day
The far off bird call
Of dwindling life
Comes screaming
Through the
Day time night
Of a dead winter’s hour.
No ticking clock
No chiming moments
Mark the none
Passage of day
To day to day to day.
Every sleeping minute.
Memory beneath the frost hewn earth
Dreams above the snow choked sky
All that was and all that will
Frozen within the Shortest Day.
