The following from 1999 is probably my first attempt at writing pastoral verse. It’s in the from of an eclogue or bucolic. It laments the succumbing of my once peaceful patch of earth to suburban soullessness, like every other paved-over, nondescript bit of sprawl. Yes, that’s right… I remember when all this was trees. It [...]
The earliest example of this sonnet I could find comes from January 2008. Given, however, the reference to the Swedish Rounding System, it must have been composed sometime prior to 31 October 2006. It has all the elements needed for a great poem: Supermarkets, dairy products and loyalty cards. Enjoy! O worthy Temple! Vast, unbounded [...]
Tuesday was Edgar Allen Poe’s birthday. It was also Confederate Heroes Day in Texas, but that need not concern us at this time.
With regard to the subject matter of the previous blogtrawl post, I have rediscovered this esoteric and, to date, untitled bit of doggerel which I composed ex tempore a couple of years ago for a fellow-travelling Kropotkin crossword enthusiast: As the sharpener whets the pencil So the crossword does my mind Square by square its [...]