This poem was written somewhere between 1997 and 1999. I was living in the top floor of a dilapidated old building that used to be the Ottawa train station master’s home. Over the years I seem to have developed the uncanny ability to make oblique references to tragedies and disasters before they happen. Just the… Read More The Disease – A poem written a few years before 9/11
One of the most intriguing of Christmas poems is not as well known as it should be. Source: ‘The Numinous Woman’: How a Cornish poet caught the mystery of the Incarnation | Christian News on Christian Today
The song: The poem (Google Chrome automatically translates): We hebben heiligen nodig! https://t.co/591EhMw3aK via @johnastria (We need saints) — earthpages.org (@earthpages) March 5, 2017
Sheila T Cavanagh, Emory University An uproar ensued after it was reported that the Oregon Shakespeare Festival (OSF) – southern Oregon’s 80-year-old annual theatrical extravaganza – would be commissioning playwrights to “translate” all of Shakespeare’s plays into modern English. The project drew jeers from Shakespearean professors, arts practitioners and others who believe passionately in the… Read More Does ‘translating’ Shakespeare into modern English diminish its greatness?
Originally posted on Stuff Jeff Reads:
Whate’er is Born of Mortal Birth Must be consumed with the Earth To rise from Generation free: Then what have I to do with thee? The Sexes sprung from Shame & Pride, Blow’d in the morn, in evening died; But Mercy chang’d Death into Sleep; The Sexes rose to…
This poem was written somewhere between 1997 and 1999. I’d just completed my Ph.D and was living in an apartment in an old, run-down house in Ottawa. Initially, I saw “The Disease” as a metaphor for oppressive ideas and images like J.-P. Sartre’s bad faith, Erich Fromm’s mechanical man and Albert Camus’ The Plague. The sociological… Read More The Disease
DIAMONDS ON THE GROUND Look, look — there are diamonds on the ground, in the dirt, on the grass, the path, the stones. Could it be that the stars have fallen from the sky, that the end is very near? No, no, my dear. It is just the reflection of the sun on the mica… Read More DIAMONDS ON THE GROUND