1. We might hope the sun will cease to kill and make alive after some millions of years have passed and seas have boiled away leaving sand and stone blown smooth, that all seen and unseen will be remade in … Continue reading
Rain wind and snow, a sore throat, a fever – it’s not the end of the world, it’s just finally *winter*. As for tomorrow, I suspect Roland Emmerich has cameras all over the world ready to capture footage of the … Continue reading
For some reason the line breaks don’t work. Sigh.
Wrath – sing Goddess the accursed wrath of Achilles, son of Peleus, which caused grief beyond measure, hurled to Hades many valiant souls of heroes, and made them spoils for dogs and every sort of bird, as the desire of … Continue reading
I’m so sick of hearing how great the translations of Robert Fagles are. They’re not bad, if you like poetry with no rhythmic and metrical energy and poise. He’s also too addicted to Pope – a fine poet, to be … Continue reading
Yes yes yes, God ia a mystery, definite mystery. Like my wife – she’s a mystery to me, but still quite definite. Can’t excuse adultery after all by saying ‘I was lost in your mystery’. They would find my body … Continue reading