Creatively Advancing into Novelty
The Embankment By T. E. Hulme Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy, In the flash of gold heels on the hard pavement. Now see I That warmth’s the very stuff of poesy. Oh, God, make small The old star-eaten blanket of the sky, That I may fold it round me and in comfort…
Poets write in the line of prophecy, and their work teaches us how to live. The language of poetry, when properly absorbed, becomes part of our private vocabulary, our way of moving through the world. —Jay Parini, Why Poetry Matters Photo by Céline Clanet.
The Good God and the Evil God met on the mountain top. The Good God said, “Good day to you, brother.” The Evil God made no answer. And the Good God said, “You are in a bad humour today.” “Yes,” said the Evil God, “for of late I have been often mistaken for you, called…