When the Safer at Home orders came down, some people asked me, “Are you going to write another book during all of this free time?” And I was really annoyed, because I didn’t have any more free time! I have a child, and it was spring, and I had to make lunch a lot. But… Read more »
Drawing and Poem by guest artist Professor Batty
from Birds in Beards 2: Dead Poets Edition Thoreau is kind of a cheat. He wasn’t a poet. I just thought, what a weird beard! “This is the only bird whose note affects me like music. It lifts and exhilarates me. It is inspiring. It changes all hours to an eternal morning.” -Henry David Thoreau,… Read more »
According to my friend Rui Afonso: XVI century… self exiled in military in North Africa due to an unrequited love. Lost his eye but lived to write the Epic poem that tells the story of the Portuguese Discoveries. Poems don’t translate well, but here is a poem of his in Portuguese (Don’t speak Portuguese? Learn it!):… Read more »
From Birds in Beards 2: Dead Poets Edition: When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d BY WALT WHITMAN 1 When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d, And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you… Read more »
Kenopsia These halls who knew so many souls are now silent. All those empty seats.
Rubatosis One two pause one two pause one two pause one two pause one two pause one two.
Vellichor Each dusty old book holds promise of things past in this sacred room.