Spiritual Alcoholic
Soaked in alcohol lives that man In sane sobriety, I live in mine own Who knows who’s insane? He, or me? God-intoxication Spiritual alcoholism Are one and the same. Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, July 15, 2021
A Touching Narrative of Kindness keeping a shell of a Man Alive
Wordsworth’s poem “ The Old Cumberland Beggar ” ( click here ) was composed in 1798 and published in Lyrical Ballads (1800 edition). It is a touching narrative of kindness keeping a shell of a man alive; while also an exhortation against the legislative measures to get beggars into poorhouses.... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, July 13, 2021
Let us break into pieces
Did you know that whenever the heart breaks out in sheer delight, these moments I'm sure you must have experienced at times, when you are really joyful, when joy is at its pinnacle, then joy becomes unbearable. It may even, ironically, produce pain - as in Keats' Nightingale Ode - "It is not through... Sign in to see full entry.
Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect
A friend of mine sent this which I found quite funny and wanted to share... A keen immigrant Indian Marwadi lad (when it comes to business, Marwadis are a community no less than the proverbial Jews) applied for a salesman's job at London 's premier downtown department store. In fact, it was the... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, July 8, 2021
How we invite Infernal Trinity
Satan was born in heaven. Remember, he is a fallen angel, most dynamic, resourceful and at one time the highest of all angels who nurtured the desire to be God himself instead of being God’s servant. His thought of waging a rebellion against God caused the birthing of Sin, his brain-child-daughter.... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, July 5, 2021
A Pause of Silence that Mocked his Skill
There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander! many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, June 26, 2021
Frost at Midnight
Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s Frost at Midnight (1798) opens with an atmosphere outside of Coleridge’s home with the frost performing its ministry, making everything so desolate and bitterly cold that the owlets cry out loud; the eerie surrounding is otherwise ‘too calm’ as to vex the surreptitious... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, June 25, 2021
The Moving Pain of the Discharged war veteran returning home
‘No living thing appeared in earth or air, And, save the flowing water’s peaceful voice, Sound there was none - but, Lo! an uncouth shape. Shown by the sudden turning of the road, So near that slipping back into the shade Of a thick hawthorn, I could mark him well Myself unseen. He was of stature... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, June 23, 2021
The Thorn that stuck in Martha Ray forever
The subject of Wordsworth’s poem “The Thorn”, which occurs in Lyrical Ballads (1800), is Martha Ray, and her misery. It marks the beginning of the Romantic Movement in English literature. The natural setting is the thorn, an old, grey, forlorn thing: only yards from it is a small pond of muddy water... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, June 22, 2021
Recalling the charming absurdities of the 18th century England
The previous discussions and commentaries impel me to write one last note on Pope's delightful poem. (Excuse me for a bit stretched write). Pope wrote The Rape of the Lock on a request from his friend John Caryll to help heal a rift between two Catholic families of prominence of the early eighteenth... Sign in to see full entry.