Monthly Archives: March 2014

“No pleasure hath any savour unless I can communicate it.” One key model and influence for this discursive blog has been the famous French writer who changed Western civilization writing with the first essays, appropriately called Essays–the height of humanistic … Continue reading →

(photo of William Blake’s “Glad Day” aka “The Dance of Albion”–an image of Albion liberating himself and others from limited/limiting materialism) Granted professional performers need to work hard to make a living, you still have to look beyond that simplistic, limited pragmatic … Continue reading →

information, but then there are those spent in search of beauty, particularly the beauty of/in Nature. We are observers all, ultimately, often recording what we can, of either transitory or more permanent (as in this case) beauty. ‘Tis images that … Continue reading →

At Churchill Square I saw him leaning back on the park bench as if he had all the time in the world lunchbox and thermos beside him. I asked him for some spare change but he didn’t say much. ………………………. … Continue reading →

(CD signed Friday night by The Stampeders–guitar–Rich Dodson, drums–Kim Berly, bass–Ronnie King) I’ll have to pack my things and go” Or so the legendary Ray Charles declared on “Hit the Road Jack”, one of many great songs to be performed tonight … Continue reading →

Virginia Woolf writing about the greatest writers and greatest minds– “If one is a man, still the woman part of the brain must have effect; and a woman must also have intercourse with the man in her. Coleridge perhaps meant … Continue reading →

I am all the things I am/A lot like you/I am all the things I am/And you.–“Return to Note” Task Lighting by Klark (aka James Mireau) is a wonderful, impressive 1997 album by one of my former Strathcona Comp students. A very multi-talented, … Continue reading →

This morning on Antiques Road Show, a mature adult son confidently sat with his mother’s vase and letter from his aunt regarding its importance and Tiffany nature. As things unfolded, the appraiser identified the vase–which the son couldn’t find with … Continue reading →

(1st published here August 29, 2012) You were the rarest book of all, for me, the ultimate edition. Much of you had been unread though you remained in great shape, unfaded and unmarked. Crisp and fine, inscribed to me only, … Continue reading →

(reprinted from August 30, 2012 entry) It was time now for love’s new song. His salvation lay far beyond her imagined graces. It was time now to give thanks, to burn all mementos. He would sing of her praises beyond … Continue reading →