HILAIRE BELLOC THE SOUTH COUNTRY When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My work is left behind; And the great hills of the South Country Come back into my mind. The great hills of the South Country They stand along the sea; … Continue reading The Monday Poem – The South Country by Hilaire Belloc
In this fantasy romance for all ages, a boy catches a glimpse of Fifika, as he flees with his family from danger, traveling with his clan with haste to the lands of the boyar, a mysterious benefactor. Smitten, the boy becomes her playmate there in the Carpathians where the boyar resides and whose hillsides are … Continue reading Review: In the Service of The Boyar by Jason Graff
This week's poem is David Gascoyne's Salvador Dali. I hope it inspires you!
This week's poem is There was in cranes. I hope you enjoy it! There was in cranes. by Jay Snelling Cellophaned flowers. To look forward to it was an astonishing feeling of a high degree. Staging each one by hand. Directors of gardens, their relationship to the towering tempest in over 2000 plastic … Continue reading The Monday Poem – There was in cranes.
The Diaries of Sun City By Mike Russell From short story collection Nothing Is Strange Dear Diary, Hello. It is Monday. I live in Sun City. Sun City is a city that is entirely contained inside an enormous concrete building in the shape of a sun. Its rays house our living quarters; its circular … Continue reading Short Story Saturday – The Diaries of Sun City
Dunce Everyone calls Dunce ‘Dunce’. Everyone thinks that Dunce is an idiot. I used to think so too but not any more. Dunce is completely bald and has a really pointed head so the temptation to get him paralytic on his thirtieth birthday, carry him to the tattooist’s and get a nice big … Continue reading Short Story Saturday – Dunce by Mike Russell
The Diaries of Sun City By Mike Russell Dear Diary, Hello. It is Monday. I live in Sun City. Sun City is a city that is entirely contained inside an enormous concrete building in the shape of a sun. Its rays house our living quarters; its circular centre is where we work and shop. No … Continue reading Short Story Saturday – The Diaries of Sun City by Mike Russell
THE FAIRWAY. by Oliver Onions EXCEPT that he called the gipsies the “Johnnie Faws,” there was little of the rustic in his speech; and as he told the tale we seemed to see them, these Johnnie Faws, coming down the hill on that wild January forenoon. They did not come by the Portsannet road—it … Continue reading Short Story Saturday: The Fairway
WHICH IS TRUE? by Charles Baudelaire I knew one Benedicta who filled earth and air with the ideal; and from whose eyes men learnt the desire of greatness, of beauty, of glory, and of all whereby we believe in immortality. But this miraculous child was too beautiful to live long; and she died only a … Continue reading The Monday Poem: Which is True?
Let's have some quotes from Mervyn Peake's beautifully disturbing Gormenghast trilogy. I love the books and, unlike many, I also really enjoyed the BBC adaptation, but there are rumors that Neil Gaiman is going to have a crack at his own TV version! 1. "He had no longer any need for home, for … Continue reading 5 Quotes from the Gormenghast Trilogy