A Poets Line
No, not what passes for poetry these days. Satire, lamentation, misty longing, erotic yearning, or even fleeting exuberance, verbose and …
No, not what passes for poetry these days. Satire, lamentation, misty longing, erotic yearning, or even fleeting exuberance, verbose and …
I knew the day would come when I would have to include these quotes in the Omphalos Cafe record. …
We humans are a muddle headed, tragi-joyous melange, ever seemingly lost and only now and then touching the divine, that …
“Professor Gilbert Murray has termed the centuries between the flowering of classical Athens and the growth of the radically different …
In the past I would have walked the streets until my legs gave out. But one of them gave out …
“The period—we must note—was that of the fanatic cutting down of the Old Germanic sacred shrines and groves by the …
I don’t get many hits. When I first launched this humble site I mistakenly thought hits mattered. They don’t. At …
“Who ever anywhere will read these written words? Signs on a white field.”—Stephen Dedalus, A.K.A. James Joyce, Ulysses “Where is …
I’ve slackened the pace of posting these days. Taking a step back. Changing the rhythm. No crisis here at home, …
“For it is one of the curiosities and difficulties of our subject that its materials come to us for the …