“Time” by Percy Bysshe Shelley [w/ Audio]

Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe
Are brackish with the salt of human tears!
Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow
Claspest the limits of mortality!

And sick of prey, yet howling on for more,
Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore;
Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm,
Who shall put forth on thee,
Unfathomable Sea?

DAILY PHOTO: Cemetery Angels

PROMPT: Middle Name

Daily writing prompt
What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?

Gerard. As far as I know, the only significance is that it met the twin criteria of: a.) there being saints of that name (having been raised in a Catholic household, that’s a must); and b.) having sufficient penetration into Ireland to be considered an acceptable name for one of Irish ancestry. (Though I believe the name’s origins are Germanic.)

Though there’s a good chance I have a same-named ancestor of whom I’m oblivious.

“Spring Rain” by Natsume Sōseki

Spring rain:
a walk amid
wet willows.

Ripples [Haiku]

rocking boat,
splash heard behind --
spin to see... ripples.

DAILY PHOTO: View from a Cliff, Yehliu

Image

The Flood [Haiku]

muddy streets,
after the flood:
bare feet squish.

PROMPT: Learned

Daily writing prompt
What is the last thing you learned?

I was just reading George Bernard Shaw: A Very Short Introduction and learning about how his philosophy informed his plays. In particular, I learned why the play Pygmalion, which I recently read and which is the origin of the popular musical My Fair Lady, has an odd appendix which tells of the main characters’ continued life stories after the events of the play — as Shaw imagined them. Apparently, audiences pined for a love story between Henry Higgins and Eliza Doolittle, and Shaw never wanted that. Apparently, when Shaw saw what actors and directors were doing to tilt the story toward that love affair, he felt the need to add a postscript to set things straight.

“Glass was the Street – in Tinsel Peril” (1518) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]

Glass was the Street - in Tinsel Peril
Tree and Traveller stood.
Filled was the Air with merry venture
Hearty with Boys the Road.

Shot the lithe Sleds like Shod vibrations
Emphacized and gone
It is the Past's supreme italic
Makes the Present mean --