Perhaps wrongly, there is a slight shame about still be moved by poetry on life’s home straight. A small voice says, “Don’t you think you should have grown out of that by now? It is all very well for university students, but act your age!”
Dead poets do not really have an age. I have no idea how old Andrew Marvell was when he wrote To His Coy Mistress. I guess I could look it up, but it really does not matter. I have a much better idea of how old Ezra Pound was when he wrote his stuff, but the young man who wrote “La Fraisne” is the same person as the mad old goat who wrote the Cantos.
Of the poets who are not dead, it is the ones who are old now who tell me the most compelling tales. Leonard Cohen’s Book of Longing was first published in 2006 Continue reading
This is horrible.
This appeared on Facebook, purportedly from a friend who I know to have impeccable taste. It is just not something she would write.
I have always liked hardware stores. Bit weird, I know, but there we are. And I used to go to Bunnings. Now, I think I will give it a wide berth, lest they find some way of high jacking my Facebook account! Continue reading
There are few things that have been left here. Any claimants?
I was looking up some predictions that were made a year or so ago about what would happen in 2012.
With the benefit of hindsight, most of these predictions have proved to be a mixture of random tripe and mere banality. No, the world did not end in December at the supposed final date of the Mayan calendar, and yes there was some continued terrorist activity. Prediction is a tricky business if you want to be both specific and accurate.
For this year, it is an easy pick that Julia Gillard will cease to be Prime Minister of Australia. Continue reading
The Cantos start on easy enough ground – The Odyssey. But they soon start to get pretty obscure. Pound himself said you are not supposed to look stuff up. But we do anyway, sometimes. Not enough to spoil the mystery; that would be a fool’s errand. And Ezra was no fool – just mad, which is not the same thing at all. And anyway, he was a terrible name-dropper.
Here are few short bits from Cantos that I have re-read recently: Continue reading
It is a while, some years to be honest, since things have been tough for yours truly. But I am necessarily becoming reacquainted with some home truths:
- A dog really is a man’s best friend. Trite, but all too sadly, often true;
- A drop more wine of an evening might well help you fall asleep at night. But it is no use at all in preventing waking up at 3.00 every morning and not then being able to get back to sleep;
- Old friends who care are a huge help;
- It is a good time to make new friends;
- Listen to Bach on the Hi-Fi. Play Bach on the guitar. Play Bach on the piano. Sing Bach in the shower. Keith Jarrett and Arvo Part are good, but the old guy is even better; Continue reading
I ran out of milk this morning. There was however a carton of Annabel’s vegan milk substitute in the fridge, so I thought that might work in my morning cup of coffee. Continue reading
My son Charles kindly picked me up a new shaving brush the other day – my old one was many years old.
But throwing away the old one has not been easy. Perdita (now known more fully as Mrs Perdita Shrimpton) has pulled it out of the waste-paper basket four times already. Continue reading
My elder daughter from New York is staying with me at the moment, as is my elder son, which is a joy. And one of our pleasures is to cook well, and to sit down together to enjoy food and wine.
Annabel has become a vegan, which is obviously a bit limiting as far as the menu is concerned. She said, “Don’t worry about cooking for me; I will sort myself out”. But Charlie and I have tried to work around this by finding things that Annabel will eat that we also think are actually edible. Continue reading