POETS Day! Rudyard Kipling and a Very Unlucky Jack
This week’s poem is from Rudyard Kipling. He uses the word “tide” a lot and that endears it to me as my beloved Crimson Tide is due to play a football playoff game this afternoon
This week’s poem is from Rudyard Kipling. He uses the word “tide” a lot and that endears it to me as my beloved Crimson Tide is due to play a football playoff game this afternoon
Truman Capote’s A Christmas Memory, a Yuletide tradition by many and one that I remember fondly first reading about twenty minutes ago
We say Shakespearian and act as if that’s archaic. It’s not. It’s Modern. Chaucer wrote in Middle English. We need a sec.
The Hanging God as a book is a demonstration of the poet’s ability. He refuses to be bound by any one style as he shows an affinity for many.
Four stanzas with an abab, cdcd, etc. rhyme scheme. Robert Herrick may or may not break from that depending on how you pronounce “flower”
I’m going to do something awful to you. I’m going to give you William McGonagall’s The Tay Bridge Disaster. Have you ever listened to Bjork?
Dylan Thomas lived fast and died young. I’ve no idea what the state of his corpse was, but he left behind something beautiful.
It’s time for a P.O.E.T.S. Day – Piss Off Early, Tomorrow’s Saturday. I’ve chosen one of Milton’s sonnets: “How Soon Hath Time.”
A recurring subject is the nature of intelligence. What makes a person smart? These are people that consider and argue.
Graves attributed to Tiberius this: “I am nursing a viper for the Roman people, and Phaethon for the whole world.” Graves meant Caligula.
Why do I have to be silenced if you are so unequivocally correct? I should be fodder. You should relish the debate and crush me and hold me up as a warning to others, but the urge is to silence.
I hate mayonnaise. I hate it desperately. I think mayo is vile. My wife thinks it’s evil. Distinction without a difference.