I'm conjuring all the weightless floating facts of one memorable April past and beckoning them to to land for a moment in a coherent thought. Yes, like T.S. Eliot did in 1922, with his poem that begins with the burial of the dead, Waste Land, I am thinking April is the cruelest month. April, I was walking up a … Continue reading Is April the Cruelest Month?
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Nature of Ruins
I love the art that remains from ancient times, but never more than when it is in the open and partially covered by nature. The way people so long ago mirrored nature in creative works, and the continuity of living trees and flowers living around the ruins today seems beautiful to me. It is not … Continue reading Nature of Ruins