Monthly Archives: February 2011
“Come, dear great soul, we call you, we await you”*
Automaton by Thomas Kuntz “Une Saison En Enfer” Verlaine: “For me, Rimbaud is an ever-living reality, a sun that burns inside me that does not want to be put out…” Allons, mon pauvre coeur, allons, mon vieux complice, Redresse et … Continue reading
Filed under poetry
Saturday morning poetry school*
h, aren’t you lucky. Some people just want to play at the weekends, but you get to have a poetry lecture! I started writing this as a reply to a conversation on the Poets on Fire forum, but when it … Continue reading
Filed under fashion, Living With Words, poetry
the perils of not using an Oxford comma
I’ve completely stolen it off Twitter; click the picture. You can all complain that I’m a punctuation Nazi, but don’t come crying when it all goes pearshaped. English is like minimalist furnishing: we love it all lovely and simple and clean – … Continue reading
Filed under bagatelles, Living With Words
Life: simpler than you might think.
Sent to me on Twitter, by accident. The fully free person feels free to make mistakes. Of course, this assumes you watch enough TV for giving it up to make a difference. If I wanted more time I’d need to … Continue reading
Filed under the meaning of life
They really are not long, the days of wine and roses
They really are not. And it’s only two of them till Wednesday, and Wednesday is the 111th anniversary of the day Ernest Dowson died, aged 33, in complete penury, of either alcohol or TB depending how you look at it. … Continue reading
Filed under Charles Lamb, Ernest Dowson, oscar wilde, parties
