Thursday, November 19, 2009

Lost Parasol

Lost Parasol by Sandor Weores

You must read this.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Read Read Read Read Read, listen to this podcast first


Prof Goldberg on Conspiracy Theories


This podcast from the International Spy Museum makes for scary listening. Very interesting though.

Sunday, November 08, 2009

San Martin - Super Saint

"The Dominican prior had to forbid Martin from continuing to miraclify (please excuse the verb). And to show the dutiful, obedient spirit of this servant of God, the biographer relates how, just as Martin was passing by a scaffolding, a bricklayer fell from thirty or forty feet above. Our lay brother stopped in his tracks and yelled - "Wait a second, brother!" And until Martin got back with permission from the prior, the bricklayer was suspended in mid-air."

Ricardo Palmer, 'Peruvian Traditions'.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Terra Sigillata

These few verses are from the above poem by Sandor Weores described as Epigrams of an Ancient poet. I find it difficult to understand these verses but perhaps they are something about being a poet:

"A red-fingered child pats grey cakes at the seaside,
I ask fo one, he says no, not even for a real cake, no.
Well now, old prophets, what do you want from me? the twenty four
sky-prisms, when I look blind into hearts and read them.

. . .

'You say you're God's offspring: why do you scrape along like paupers?'
'Even Zeus himself, when he takes human steps on earth,
begs bread and water, parched, starved as a tramp.

. . .

Crime has majesty, virtue is holy; but what is the troubled heart worth?
There, crime is raving drunk and virtue is a jailer."