Of White Clover Blossoms and One-Horned Muskopods

Ah, Wisconsin! Where the landscapes look like patchwork quilts shaken out by gods of earth and sky; and where June is Dairy Month.
After the traffic hell that is Chicago, I crossed the border into my home state and pulled over at the first exit for a rest stop. I stretched; my limbs creaked and eased and my [...]

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Question

What music would you listen to while reading The Lord of the Rings? I choose Tchaikovsky’s Cappricio Italian (sample at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7a3GmV_DaLs )
This music expresses war, and the feeling of goodness and greatness – even merriness – lost.
Of course Wagner’s Ring cycle is also effective.
- Scottie

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Sketch: The Pond at Fort G— With Duck

I like to cross disciplines by way of increasing my total artistic intelligence.
So although I consider myself a writer, lately I’ve been sketching a lot as well. Whenever I am sitting idly and waiting for something, somewhere, I pull out my sketch book and pencil – or in this case, the only pen I had in my purse.
We’d been [...]

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Fable: Ancient Christianity and America

A philanthropist was walking on the sidewalk and met a fool going along in a weelchair.
“How did you become crippled?” he asked.
“I loved a girl, and wanted to win her heart. So I bought a weelchair like the one her crippled father uses, and I always went about in it, so that I would feel familiar to her.”
“How [...]

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Folk Poem I: I Am A Fool

I am a fool
And I know why:
I was born under
A bronze, bronze sky
When some stark bird
Fell from its nest,
And died within
My mothers’ breast.
A warring girl
With bronze, bronze hair
Called to the wind
But none was there;
Spoke to the grave
With no reply
Then something gave
In her bronze, bronze eye.
O come with me
Who on the earth
Creep haltingly
Twixt death and birth
O [...]

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American Elections – Confessions of a Former Monarchy

American elections: like a sixteen-year-old girl, we are ever questing for our new hero. He must be someone who will treat us like an equal while protecting us from all the things we can’t handle about adult life. He must do this with the understanding that we get to dump him in a few years. Sooner, if [...]

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Poem XX: Willoware Land

Passing into the Willow Ware
Is something one doesn’t often dare;
But when you arrive in Willowareland
Be sure to wield a steady hand.
O deep blue shadows and shallow white light;
The shores of Willowareland by night!
Shores where you battle the Willoware Dragon
In quest of the fabled Willoware Flagon,
While from pearly trees float the savage cries
Of the Willoware Boy to him who tries:
“Rally from foliage; [...]

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