Last night the sky was swollen with burgeoning tornadoes at our lakefront cottage on a hill the front room was full of dust-covered videos and you weren’t there at all. The storms never came but the sky stayed brown and … Continue reading &…
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Those Emergency Blues: Favourite Poems XLI
She Walks in Beauty She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair’d […]
Those Emergency Blues: Favourite Poems XL
For the fortieth poem in the series, something a little different. Okay, not seasonal, but what the hell. (The Simpsons’ classic version can be found here.)
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Continue readingThose Emergency Blues: Favourite Poems XXXIX
The story of how Coleridge came to write this famous poem is probably too well known to bear repeating (but nonetheless is found here, for example.) I have sometimes wondered if one could write a poem considered (maybe) one of the ten or twenty greatest in the English language intoxicated with opium; I know there […]
Those Emergency Blues: Favourite Poems XXXVIII
Because everyone, even nurses, deserve poetry. Silent Noon Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,– The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms ‘Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, Are golden kingcup-fields with silver […]
Those Emergency Blues: Favourite Poems XXXVII
The Apocalypse having been postponed yet again — well, I tend to think sometimes we’re living it anyway. The Second Coming Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere […]
Nunc Scio: Tim Minchin’s Storm
Sometimes I forget I have a blog. After relentlessly promoting this video to friends, strangers, and heads of state for the last week, I somehow neglected to put it in the one place where I have total control over content. Brilliant. Anyways, it gives me very great pleasure to present Tim Minchin‘s Storm for your […]
Continue readingMars at Night
Inhale thick smoke in a pensive positionAnd gaze unabashedly at skies overhead, wonderingAs I always do, without censor, at the originsSome nights my view is clear, others it is foggyAnd when it’s clear so much is explained, in thatPainstakingly instru…
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