The Great Hare
Excerpt of another song from Thoreau, this one from his remarkable vision (in the Journals) of new snow as the trace of the “Great Hare, whose track no hunter has seen.” stpeter.im/writings/…
How excellence can be a kind of cruelty.
How excellence can be a kind of cruelty.
Excerpt of another song from Thoreau, this one from his remarkable vision (in the Journals) of new snow as the trace of the “Great Hare, whose track no hunter has seen.” stpeter.im/writings/…
I long ago lost a hound, a bay horse, and a turtle-dove, and am still on their trail. Many are the travellers I have spoken concerning them, describing their tracks and what calls they answered to. I have met one or two who had heard the hound, and the tramp of the horse, and even seen the dove disappear behind a cloud, and they seemed as anxious to recover them as if they had lost them themselves.
Are other authors receiving these emails stinking of AI, with breathlesss this-not-that praise for their books, promising to get them more Amazon reviews, booktok mentions, Goodreads recs, etc.?
Looking for a photo, I ran across this early demo of Sonnet 32 from my project setting the sonnets to song. Was playing around with iMovie for iOS, hence the strange crop (I couldn’t get it to do otherwise). I didn’t have the sestet yet. I hear a clarity and crispness that I want to rekindle.
Plus ça change, plus Liriodendron.
Ian McKellen in 1979, workshopping Macbeth’s Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow soliloquy, is refreshing and inspiring: youtu.be/zGbZCgHQ9…
Oak-leaf hydrangea doing its bit, bearing its measure of light toward the solstice.
Hello, world. This morning’s message, delivered by willow leaflet: water is magnificent.
