Alive. And now with actual internet access ( Read more... )

September. 1918This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight ( Read more... )

Yesterday I was in a state of utter gloom about my least favorite day of the year, and the typically awkward, basically "nice," (a word which should be pronounced in this case with a slight hiss), yet ultimately unsettling conversation with my father did nothing but exacerbate my melancholy. I'm particularly upset about the news I received late ( Read more... )

My copy of Ulysses is unfortunately out of reach, so we'll have to settle with a delightfully Joycean excerpt from (chosen at random) from Finnegan's Wake, which manages to allude to Vergil, Paracelsus, Oscar Wilde, Gertrude Stein, and the American censorship of Ulysses (and oh so much more)in a *single* scatalogical sentence:

Then, pious Eneas, ( Read more... )

Thanks to everyone for the kind words about my new teaching position. It's going to be a busy summer of preparation, but now that I've jumped through the first round of flaming hoops the real work can finally begin. And I'm also ready to re-emerge from the last month of self-imposed-job-hunting exile and start updating more regularly, contacting ( Read more... )

Thank you Shakespeare. Thank you H.D ( Read more... )

Lost writings of Sophocles, Hesiod, and Euripides have been recovered in just the past few days and more is on the way . . .The original papyrus documents, discovered in an ancient rubbish dump in central Egypt, are often meaningless to the naked eye - decayed, worm-eaten and blackened by the passage of time. But scientists using the new ( Read more... )

Letters:
Since I lack the restraint to ignore any literary survey involving desert islands . . . here we go. (Spotted via the LJs of commonplacebook and proximoception)

You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?

If there was one book I had to commit to memory and continually recite aloud in order to prevent its disappearance, it would have to be the ( Read more... )

(Note for those who, like myself, were raised in a stubborn country that refuses to adopt the sanity of the metric system: 1 Kilogram = 2.2 Pounds ( Read more... )

Yes, I'm still alive ( Read more... )