All Purls. No Swine.
I think this is (at least) the fifth post on this theme that I've written on this site. I take the original injunction (Hebrews 13:2) very seriously: Be not forgetful to entertain strangers; for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. As usual, I'm quoting the KJV, mostly in memory of an elderly Canadian fisherman (deep… Continue reading Entertaining Angels: The Gift from God Edition
My subject is War and the pity of War. The poetry is in the pity"--Wilfred Owen Wilfred Edward Salter Owen, beloved son, accomplished poet, and soldier of The Great War, was born 128 years ago, on March 18, 1893 in Oswestry, a Welsh border town, in the county of Shropshire. Readers of Ellis Peters's Brother… Continue reading ‘Sweet and Fitting,’ or ‘Unworthy’ and ‘Distasteful?’ Wilfred Owen vs William Butler Yeats
Something got me thinking about this quote again the other day, so I thought I'd repost this oldie-but-goodie. Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses… Continue reading On Self-Deception
There. I said it. Granny Panties. LOL. I'm guessing I've lost most of the men who follow my blog. For this post, at least. But I mean it. The fact of the matter is that--almost half a century ago--even at this point in my life: my nether regions were--day to day--covered by modest, cheap and… Continue reading In Praise of Granny Panties
Trigger Warning (don’t say I didn’t warn you)–I am about to quote (and praise) Garrison Keillor. Some background: When (in the terms some like to put it) Mr. She’s and my “love was young,” we found ourselves living in the low-rent district in Pittsburgh’s Mt. Washington (the high-rent district of which was populated by industrial… Continue reading In Praise of Small Talk