Tag: blogging
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Rubaiyat #3
And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted – ” Open then the Door! You know little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.”
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Rubaiyat #2
Dreaming when Dawn’s Left Hand was in the Sky I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry, “Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.”
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A Rubaiyat A Day?….
Despite its’ many controversies, the Rubaiyat remains one of the, arguably, most surprising hidden gems in second hand bookstores awaiting the unsuspecting reader. Bare with me as I borrow greatly from Laurence Housman for this introductory piece, my knowledge on the poetic works of yesteryear or even today is lacking to say the least. For…
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Rubaiyat #1
Awake! for Morning in the bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight : And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan’s Turret in a Noose of light.
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BMXing To Stay In Shape
A month has flown by, with massive changes to the lockdown in my country, my skateboarding training plans have grinded to a halt. We, in South Africa, are now in the midst of another lockdown. As big of an impact as this has on me and the rest of my year, most of my plans…
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The AETHER
Some ideas have the power to persist well past their expiration date, with our modern political climate you will no doubt have seen evidence of this. Ideas have a way of living on long after their propagators, be it theirs or another’s. Such too was the idea of the Aether. A supposedly universal, all-encompassing in…
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Carrion Comfort
Written By Gerard Manley Hopkins Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist – slack they may be – these last strands of man In me or, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose to be. But ah, but O thou…
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My Own Heart Let Me Have More Pity On
By Gerard Manley Hopkins My own heart let me have more pity on; let Me live to my sad self hereafter kind, Charitable; not live this tormented mind With this tormented mind tormenting yet. I cast for comfort I can no more get By groping round my comfortless, than blind Eyes in their dark can…
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In Time Of ‘The Breaking Of Nations’
Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass; Yet this will go onward the same Though Dynasties pass. Yonder a maid and her wight Come whispering by; War’s annals will…
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Inversnaid
Written By Gerard Manley Hopkins This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low to the lake falls home. A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth Turns and twindles over the broth Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning, It rounds and rounds Despair to…
THE NECROMANCER 