The Monday Poem – There was in cranes.

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 theatres created a production by the name of Margaret. She sat by Neptune and they created poultry, and dogs with names of Mars and Fire. They were interested, to London they flew for a line and shine until ending. I use chance methods to create my poetry and I’d love to … Continue reading The Monday Poem – There was in cranes.

5 Days of Oscar Wilde – 4: The Grosvenor Gallery, 1877

That ‘Art is long and life is short’ is a truth which every one feels, or ought to feel; yet surely those who were in London last May, and had in one week the opportunities of hearing Rubenstein play the Sonata Impassionata, of seeing Wagner conduct the Spinning-Wheel Chorus from the Flying Dutchman, and of studying art at the Grosvenor Gallery, have very little to complain of as regards human existence and art-pleasures. Continue reading 5 Days of Oscar Wilde – 4: The Grosvenor Gallery, 1877