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Gérard Manley Hopkins SJ

On this flaming day in June, with such beautiful pagan mountains rising all around, I felt your uncertain presence in this bastion of the Jesuits. I listened, and you, doubtless, overheard, disquisitions concerning the nuts and bolts of your poetry As your real presence crept slowly into my heart, I knew your…

Greek

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Gérard Manley Hopkins SJ
Gérard Manley Hopkins SJ
Greek

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Rhapsody

Poetry — If all the days of all the years were made of wine and gold I’d roll them up into the light of intelligence in this one dog’s eyes This friendship across species — a Buddhist mantra – Rocks me like my good old boy, befriends me like the wind. Be with me when the gates fly open — love will enter in. Seek out the Majesty, the shaman-spirit that will be: Come with me to the Paiut Wovoka ghost dance Drive away every morsel of this dirty money-grabbing Respectable massacre of everything that be wild, wilful, wondrous. Artfulness creates resistance to the age of the machine To the algorithms that manipulate us behind the scenes in this stinking world of the machine There is no worth in this two-dimensional world Resurrect the unseen perspicacity and prescience that was once the common currency Of the most illiterate, boorish Saxon.

Prescience

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Rhapsody
Rhapsody
Prescience

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The Lark

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Waiting for November

His headstone verses were writ in wine

Constantinople

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Waiting for November
Waiting for November
Constantinople

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The unsaid

Wind cuts through this January night Slices like a knife through my meagre clothes. Signs on the road hidden by an iron fog The cry of the wind is all in vain Nothing is the same. I kiss you across this black hole in time. In the old be-jewelled spider-webbed…

Unsaid

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The unsaid
The unsaid
Unsaid

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John Keats 31 October 1795– 23 February 1821

Melancholy’s lack of zest written all over his palimpsest: to die at twenty-five to some will hardly seem to have been alive, but for Johnny Keats and the footloose Cavaliers poetry, music, art, tears were eternal. They eschewed self-pity, untold fears. They tried their best to stay alive In a world…

John Keats

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John Keats 31 October 1795– 23 February 1821
John Keats 31 October 1795– 23 February 1821
John Keats

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The Lark

·21 hours ago

Sheer Lunacy

Poetry — In the red water the woman’s head was immersed. As they drove the iron through the skull, a technique called trephination.She let out the roar of the damned, thus confirming trephination’s efficacy and the doctors’ suspicions. Yellow bile for mania, black bile for depression, we need to teach her a…

Lunacy

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Sheer Lunacy
Sheer Lunacy
Lunacy

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The Howling Owl

·2 days ago

Blue Remembered Hills

in my dreams —

Blue Remembrance

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Blue Remembered Hills
Blue Remembered Hills
Blue Remembrance

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The Howling Owl

·Sep 13

Accoutrements

Engines in the dark —

Mechanics

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Accoutrements
Accoutrements
Mechanics

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The Lark

·Sep 10

Missing

Poetry —

Son

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Missing
Missing
Son

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Sep 6

Indian summer

Comes to remind us not to expect consistency from Mother Nature. Climate change keeps us on our toes Expecting….? God knows what blows.

Climate

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Indian summer
Indian summer
Climate

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John E Marks

John E Marks

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I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can

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