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October 23, 2015
Encyclopedia Britannica
Several days ago, I fell into conversation with an acquaintance while enjoying a convivial pint in my favourite pub. During our chat he mentioned that the charity shop in which he volunteers has received a 24 volume set of the 1969 encyclopedia britannica. The person in charge of the shop was minded to send encyclopedia britannica for pulping, for which the charity would receive a small payment.
I (along with my acquaintance) where horrified at the thought of this work of reference being dest...
October 22, 2015
The Mermaid
“Jump in
and swim.
The water is cold
but the bold
will find gold
in the dank cave
which the brave
mermaid
may explore”.
Mermen adore
the rocky sea floor
and will implore
you to play
as the day
darkens.
The wise mermaid harkens
to the gull
who cries above,
“it is not love.
‘Tis better to stay on the sand warm
than have your heart torn
asunder
by mermen who plunder”.
The waves thunder
And the mermaid does wonder
About gold dust
Lust
And sin.
The Best Edgar Allan Poe Stories
Sadly my braille edition of Poe’s “Tales Of Mystery And Imagination” (which runs to 9 volumes) is missing several of them. It being a collection of stories, this is not the end of the world and the book still resides on the bookcase in my bedroom. Kevin
Originally posted on Interesting Literature:
10 great Edgar Allan Poe short stories everyone should read
Compiling a list of the best Edgar Allan Poe short stories is always going to prove controversial, because he wrot...
The Fairy Ring
The ring is no longer magic
but the tragic
fairies continue to dance.
There is no romance
yet as a magnet to the metal
man can not settle
and is drawn
to this sight forlorn.
The flesh tires.
Desires
cool
but the fool
plays with the burning coal.
Man’s goal
is the salvation of his soul.
The fairies cease their play
as day
breaks.
Man as from a dream awakes
and forsakes
for a time
the circle, once thought so divine.
October 21, 2015
Time
The reaper moves
In time with the pendulum.
No rush
Or fuss
He has plenty of time.
My patient friend
whose tick portends
my inevitable end.
You rest in state
on my bookcase.
Tick tock
I can not stop
time’s sithe.
None can survive
his cut.
Though in a cupboard my clock be shut
death can not be put
aside
The sickle chops
And the heart will, one day, stop.
October 20, 2015
Family Life
The hoary
old Tory
finds glory
in the upper house.
his socialist spouse
drinks champagne
and cudgels her brains
about the renationalisation of trains.
Their Communist girl
Her head in an idealistic whirl
Buys expensive clothes
For she knows
That money on ancient trees grows.
And so the world goes!
A Short Analysis of ‘Adlestrop’ by Edward Thomas
A wonderful analysis of one of my favourite poems. Kevin
Originally posted on Interesting Literature:
A short introduction to the poem ‘Adlestrop’ by Edward Thomas
The latest in our series of short analyses of short poems takes Edward Thomas’s ‘Adlestrop’ as its subject. Before we get to the analysis, then, here is the wonderful sixteen-line poem, which was once ranked Britain’s 20th favourite poem:
Yes, I remember Adlestrop –
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat th...
October 19, 2015
Siren
Rocks and bar stools.
Men are fools!
She combs her hair
Oh man beware!
Cupid’s arrow is shot
And duty forgot.
She is giving him the eye.
The gods sigh.
Her voice so sweet.
Those dainty feet.
Passion into his heart creeps.
“Come play with me in the ocean deep.
In my warm embrace you may sleep
Locked in the arms of love
As Venus smiles above”,
She says
Her song musical as the waves.
But all singing ends
As to the depths they descend.
October 18, 2015
The Modern Day Penny Dreadful
An amusing and interesting take on a subject which will, I am sure run and run. Kevin
Originally posted on Have We Had Help?:
While many authors and certainly the entire literary world turn up their noses at the phenomena of the eBook, there is no getting away from the fact that being able to buy a book cheaply, or more often than not these days, getting it for free to download to the ereader of your choice, resonates with the public at large, particularly in the Unit...
A Poet To A Young Maiden And The Girl’s Reply
“Let us pile high the fire my dear.
Come you near
and warm the cockles of your heart.
Let us practice love’s art.
Draw closer and sit upon my knee.
Let us make free
like the amorous swan
for time rolls on
and desire, ‘tis soon gone.
“Sir
My mother warned me to beware
Of poets who pretty verses spin
Lest they lead me into sin.
Good night to you noble sir
I must be off and wash my hair”.
