Now we are six
As we approach the 6th birthday of WritingRedux, I've cast my mind back to the year I turned six and...
All the details of the tree
A fine injunction to a writer, first to face truth and then to give unhidden all the details. Neither is...
Ill guidance, bad leadership
A strikingly modern sounding comment by Dante, resonating painfully when the evening news seems to be forever picking apart the...
Poems for my family 006 – Cavafy
This poem has been in my mental saddlebags for about a quarter of a century. I can't remember how I...
Rain-sodden gallowglasses
Seamus Heaney describes an Ulster of:
... hill-forts, cattle-raids, and rain-sodden gallowglasses where Hugh O'Neill was born and to...
Sea-clap music
Seamus Heaney's comment on a poem by Sylvia Plath conveys something of the shore-scouring slaps and soughs of it:
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Synaesthetic sound
An early evocation of synaesthesia - I like Dante's portrayal of a voice in terms of visibility. This is from...
Too much information
Dante anticipated the age in which we are drowned in facts, fake and otherwise. Note his observation of our being...
Wind-tousled sky
This is from a few lines of Seamus Heaney's prose in which he imagines how Philip Larkin might have approached...
Love bade me…
One of the most beautiful English poems, of great simplicity and generosity, by George Herbert. Much of his poetry is...
The strangest of times
Been enjoying the rhyming recitals of Probably Tomfoolery, and in particular this one, 'The Strangest of Times', see him perform...
Doubt in an age of faith
Dante lived in an age where faith was the norm, at least in public, and doubt could land you in...
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