Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; He knew human folly like the back of his hand, And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; When he laughed, respectable… Read More ›
Having just read the poem The Caledonian Antisyzygy by Hugh MacDiarmid I needed to find out what is this ‘Caledonian Antisyzygy’? And how on earth does one pronounce it?
This is one of my favourite poems by one of my favourite poets. It inaugurated a new movement in poetry. I like this particular reading for its slow, meditative style.
You cannot hope to bribe or twist, thank God! the British journalist. But, seeing what the man will do unbribed, there’s no occasion to.
T.S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land” documentary (1987) The Waste Land
A witty rant against the heresy of vegetarianism
So we must part, my body, you and I Who’ve spent so many pleasant years together. ‘Tis sorry work to lose your company Who clove to me so close, whate’er the weather, From winter into winter, wet or dry; But… Read More ›
Mahler. Keats. Cumberbatch. The very word ‘heart’ weakens the knees. I doesn’t get much better than this.
Monotheists cause so much unrest, They think that the good Lord knows best. It’s a phobia, you see; Against LGBT; And the right to consent to incest. source