Monday, 24 October 2011
Sunday, 16 October 2011
Friday, 14 October 2011
Friday, 30 September 2011
Tuesday, 27 September 2011
Sunday, 25 September 2011
Thursday, 22 September 2011
Thursday, 15 September 2011
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
The pipes they played their ageless tune,
As we drove away into the gloom.
One journey ended, another begun
One song closing, one to be sung.
I wept not to say goodbye;
I walked away, my eyelids dry.
Bittersweet my memories,
The tunes I learned—the mistakes I made.
And through it all, we continued on
But no more. Our song is done.
In death there is a fond farewell
But I hear in life a more final knell
What will come, who can tell?
I fear it more, the hollow shell
Of what might be, but never was
Of lives un-lived, and love unloved.
Do we meet again, when all is said?
When paths diverge in our yellow wood?
God didn’t say, so I don’t know
Still...I’d like to think—somewhere, somehow—that it might be so.
I hear the voice, I hear the war
I hear the sound on a distant shore
I feel the spirit of yesterday
I touch the past, when the pipers played.
The pipes kept playing, for you and me
They kept on saying, “You’ll soon be free”
And your soul will never fade away
You’ll live forever when the pipers play.
And yet, in those fond words, I find no hope:
A cliff and a scaffold. At the end of it...rope.
From that day on, where’er I went
I didn’t play—my song was spent
I didn’t sing, my life was sung
My musical soul on a gallows hung.
But in the far reaches of memory,
I sometimes recall, just to see,
The way I feel, the way I felt
The cards I had, how my hand was dealt.
And as I remember that long ride home
I can hear no pipes, and no snare drum.
Monday, 29 August 2011
Friday, 26 August 2011
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Thursday, 11 August 2011
Thursday, 28 July 2011
Sunday, 24 July 2011
Monday, 18 July 2011
Sunday, 17 July 2011
Wednesday, 13 July 2011
Friday, 8 July 2011
Thursday, 7 July 2011
Kenna shook her head, looking away from his eyes. “I have said what I will say, and you do not listen. So go, and leave me alone, for I will be alone.”
Tal knelt and plucked a flower from the ground. It was a daisy. She sighed and pushed him away—though she was not unfriendly. “You have made your choice, Tallidwr,” she told him. “I will not stop you.”
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
Tuesday, 5 July 2011
Monday, 4 July 2011
Saturday, 2 July 2011
Friday, 24 June 2011
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
Sunday, 5 June 2011
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
Sunday, 22 May 2011
My university is offering the chance to be a representative blogger for them in the coming year. I don't know how long it would last, probably just the one year, but starting sometime soon, three bloggers will be offering their thoughts and opinions to the upcoming year, and discussing what goes on as soon as term starts. I was deeply interested in being one of those representatives, so I made a submission that went something like this. The rules are: 250 words, about anything. I wasn't sure what to write about, so I just tried to write some interesting thoughts in an interesting way. I have no idea what other people think because I can't see it from their perspective, but I'm hoping that that, along with some of my credentials slipped into the introduction to the submission may swing the chances in my favour. The more I think about it, the more I would be interested. They even give you a camera so you can "vlog" around campus. The blogs would, I believe, be posted directly to the university website, to provide potential students with incentives to go based on the awesomeness recorded by current freshers. I think I could make it sound so amazing, no one would be able to resist. Either way, here's the gist of my submission. If you want to, you can let me know what you think.
Well, there goes my Oriental Wall Hanging. I can always tell when Summer's here, because the posters start to come down. Once it's hot enough to leave the fan on, last year's masking tape begins to peel off, one corner at a time. Still, inside it’s not too hot, despite temperatures over 90 outside. Haven’t had to turn the air co on yet.
I’ve been thinking about the future—my future—lately, and comedy in particular. Mainly, how to establish my own brand of it, and find audiences for it whilst I’m in university. I love to rant—and am an avid David Mitchellite—but I’d like to have a broader range of comedic options than just that.
Relatedly, I’ve been thinking more seriously about being an historical advisor on films. I wouldn’t want to give up writing and teaching, especially because it’s not a steady job, but when I could get it, I have to say it sounds perfect. I would get to work on films, like I’ve always wanted, and maybe wheedle my way into a small role if I get close to the director. Maybe it would be an incentive to become a real historian.
Well, it’s that time of day now, and there’s a can of Pringles beside me with a rapidly diminishing stock. I should probably close this so there’s some left for later. They are, after all, salt & vinegar flavoured.
Till next time,
Sunday, 15 May 2011
Saturday, 14 May 2011
Thursday, 28 April 2011
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
Friday, 22 April 2011
Sunday, 17 April 2011
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
"You fools! The innocent perished, while you, bastards of coin and purchased flesh, live in chains of freedom that bind you more fast to a cold death than those same cords could ever bind him.
"Your fathers whored to the Zargos, and gave up my country to be a whore to them. Now have you whored yourselves to the enemy again, and turned us over so the Zargos may whore away our lives. So be it, you may have your whores and be your whores—until the whore chokes on her own blood, damned to fall deep into the Pit of Scorca.
"Bastards, all, and you will not see me again till the blood you shed has been unspilt. I will leave you to the wiles of your lover till she tires of you, a time not unsoon. Then will she send you, bleeding, to the teeth of night. They have asked me if I will kill you, but I said to them only this: 'No, for the blood that would land upon my dagger would be worth more than the lives they own.' Thus it is, and thus your whoring has brought you. So it will prove that your incest be your own undoing."
-Tallidwr ap Dyllanwr, to the Council of the Seven Lords of Carnwntir, 1246 C.C. (Capel Cerig)