Beyond the reach of modern prudery
The wealth of Shakespeare's words lies safe, secure.
And yet within the ranks of noted scribes
Lurk those who would scrub "clean" the Bard's famed works,
Who twist the thrust and pull of Shakespeare's lines
And drain, like vampire-drones, complexity
From even that most layered work for stage,
Because, apparently, the ( Read more... )

It's always an adventure when a trip sneaks up on me. Suddenly the hours shorten, seeming to go by much faster than they would on other days. Suddenly I realize that half the wardrobe I meant to take on the trip still needs to be laundered, and I wonder why I didn't get to it last week.

Then there are all the pre-trip things that need attending too ( Read more... )

I finally got the basic revamp on my website done. So the first thing I want to show off is a new version of ... gee, I don't know what to call it... Let's go with "Poetry Presentation" for one of the poems I've had on the site for a couple of years now. The "Villanelle" had previously been on a background that was actually a sunset picture, even ( Read more... )

I've been working rather intently on the first draft of a script recently, and when I needed to take a break from it, I have worked on coloring an old pen & ink drawing in Photoshop.  It's one I did for Mythlore, based on one of Charles Williams' poems, Taliessin in the School of the PoetsIt's been interesting to start get a greater degree of ( Read more... )

Back in the distant past, before I moved to Los Angeles, I worked at the main library of the University of Texas at Austin. We are talking truly ancient times, when the catalogues were all on card files. Which had to be filed. Now, I did not work in the public catalogue. No, I supervised the filing in the Shelf List (which was a card for every ( Read more... )

I think I've mentioned it before, but I am my own webmaster for my website,ScribblerWorks.  When I began, three years ago, it seemed like a good idea that I learn to do it all myself, so that I would not be dependant on someone else when I wanted to update the site.  Of course, that meant learning to use a webpage building program.  I ended up ( Read more... )

When I turned up the chart of my undergraduate course of studies, I though posting the list would be of mild interest in showing some of my background.  But inevitably, I suppose, there was the impluse to talk at least a bit about the events of those years, and some of how they effected me.

I'd meant to post this all a couple of weeks ago, but got ( Read more... )

Senior Year rolled around.  And I got enraptured into the Paper Chase (ie, the pursuit of higher degrees of education, the “papers” being diplomas).  In a way, it was the beginning of the development of the scholar in me, not just the student.

I’d become frustrated with the way my fantasy world was - or more exactly, was NOT - shaping up.  So I set ( Read more... )

Like "The Forsaken", this poem was written several years ago.  It's yet another part of my occasional exercises in imagining what things might have been like for Jesus' disciples in all the events around Easter.   (Those who read my Facebook status know I've been "playing" with that this weekend.)

I suppose this poem could be trimmed down, but I've ( Read more... )

This poem is older than I thought it was. It belongs to a period when I was experimenting in different poetic forms. Rhyming couplets would not be my first choice these days.

It’s a bit odd to look back on such old work. A little awkward at points, not quite as smooth as I might wish. Yet, here is is in my files, and it’s the right day for it.

It’s a ( Read more... )