Following on from Max Ernst who peeked on Our Lady punishing the Child – here are two instances of attitude to corporal punishment. The poem Nieman kan mit gerten by the Middle High German lyric...
I wrote The Word in 2006, and then it took two years and a Dublin Heidegger student to write a review of it. Paul Ennis is writing a Ph.D. thesis on Heidegger, “mostly on topological concerns, b...
The Thames nocturne of blue and gold Changed to a Harmony in grey: A barge with ochre-coloured hay Dropped from the wharf: and chill and cold The yellow fog came creeping down The bridges, till the ho...
Я не должна сказать, как дорог ты. Это загадка даже для меня, Кто должен лучше знать. И тайны той Открыть я не посмею глубины. Когда был май, любила я тебя; Казалось мне, мы вечность обрели. Я там был...
The old London bus, originally uploaded by loscuadernosdejulia. The photo you see in the post was made in London this July, as I was walking from the Strand to Trafalgar Square (I took the picture fro...
We talk of taxes, and I call you friend; Well, such we are, but well enough we know How thick about us root, how rankly grow Those subtle weeds no man has need to tend, That flourish through neglect a...
I don’t remember when, or how, I developed this strange fascination for streetlights. The fascination is such that I admitted a few years ago in a company of the uni friends that I approach each...
I want to love you, but I know not, how; To call your name – but is there such a name That may become you? To the spheres above I now entrust the knowledge of the same. I barely hope and yet I a...
Between the hands, between the brows,Between the lips of Love-Lily,A spirit is born whose birth endowsMy blood with fire to burn through me;Who breathes upon my gazing eyes,Who laughs and murmurs in m...
I went to Llandudno to explore the place because I want to set a story there. Last February I came up with an idea, which I actually explored in a short story in March, but then I put it aside to see ...