What He who, 'mid the kindred throngOf Heroes that inspired his song,Doth yet frequent the hill of storms,The stars dim-twinkling through their forms!What! Ossian here, a painted Thrall,Mute fixture on a stuccoed wall;To serve, an unsuspected screenFor show that must not yet be seen;And, when the moment comes, to partAnd vanish by mysterious art;Head, harp, and body, split … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland 1814 – III. Effusion – In The Pleasure-Ground On The Banks Of The Bran, Near Dunkeld, By: William Wordsworth
An Inflection Scene For A Film Script, By: Ron Tobey
In dreams I say goodbye to dead friendssome recent others of long agolast night my deceased visitor is youngwe talk about his professional workseveral decades after we last visited“tail-gunner” as you were known23 flights in bombers over Germanya miracle of survival as the average bomberlasts only 7 runsagainst Hitler’s Focke-Wulf FW-190sand anti-aircraft gunsyou enter the … [Read more...] about An Inflection Scene For A Film Script, By: Ron Tobey
Clarion, By: Paul White
standing at the bridge of empty welcomeswatching shadows feast there and reclaim you,sensing that the worst was yet to come,i blew long deep trenches heavy in your way; rained scars and wounds - more than necessary -aching pain solely to undermine you.scrambling fumbling ever ever onwardsyou cried and laughed at what we had become. my heart so torn, in pieces … [Read more...] about Clarion, By: Paul White
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland 1814 – II. Composed At Cora Linn – In Sight Of Wallace’s Tower, By: William Wordsworth
"How Wallace fought for Scotland, left the nameOf Wallace to be found, like a wild flower,All over his dear Country; left the deedsOf Wallace, like a family of ghosts,To people the steep rocks and river banks,Her natural sanctuaries, with a local soulOf independence and stern liberty."- See The Prelude, Book I, Lines 214-20. Lord of the vale! astounding Flood;The dullest … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland 1814 – II. Composed At Cora Linn – In Sight Of Wallace’s Tower, By: William Wordsworth
No More Words, By: Ari Artou
The world crumbles on children's graves,The world ended with children slaughter,The world danced and stomped on children's bodies. Nothing will ever be the same again, for there is no hope the powers will want to face their doing. Against our will they carry on,Against our will they cover it up,Against our will they silence it all.Against our will they bury it … [Read more...] about No More Words, By: Ari Artou