Weekend 685.0
“We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.Through the unknown, remembered gateWhen the Continue Reading →
Category Archives: Poetry
Has it held, the warm June weather?
Why are British FILMS so good? I watched Love, Rosie on TUBI and it’s a beautiful movie. The other movie I watched while travelling was What If and it was Continue Reading →
Weekend 628.0
A veritable hodgepodge of quality articles and excerpts from my weekend wanderings. (1) Excerpt from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage by Lord Byron: The Niobe of nations! there she stands,Childless and crownless, Continue Reading →
UK Trip (Christmas 2023)
It was predominately a trip for FOOTBALL. I saw the Saints play two at home in Southampton and one on the road in Norwich. They won their home matches against Continue Reading →
2023 Advent Retreat at St. Joseph’s Abbey
“I am like a portable sanctuary filled with the real presence of God. Being a temple of God, how can I but see God everywhere I look? Within your temple, Continue Reading →
Weekend 569.0
(1) Do you remember when GE (General Electric) built things? (2) A poem¹ by Tom Moore: Have you not oft, in nightly vision, stray’d To the pure isles of ever-blooming Continue Reading →
Weekend 566.0 (Black Umbrella)
(1) Kingdom Hearts 20th Anniversary Vinyl LP Box — Translated Yoko Shimomura Interview (KH13 · for Kingdom Hearts) (2) Why Did It Take 13 Years To Build The Elizabeth Line? Continue Reading →
Weekend 558.0
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo Continue Reading →
Feast of the Epiphany
(1) Examining the Adoration of the Magi (The Met)(2) Why Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh Matter (The Imaginative Conservative) (3) Look at the Revival: A poem by Theresa Lola (The National Continue Reading →
Weekend 516.0
(1) Opening to Raymond Briggs’ The Snowman 1989 VHS (2) Ireland With Emily by Sir John Betjeman Has it held, the warm June weather?Draining shallow sea-pools dry,When we bicycled togetherDown Continue Reading →