Most people understand – at least in a theoretical sense – how quickly life can change. In the two months since I last posted, the silence hasn't come about due to a lack of blogging material. No, no, no. Furthermore, every single day without a post brought a deeper sense of unease ... the pattern of my life seeming slightly upended! But the respite… Continue reading Random Vicissitudes
Over the course of many years, I've come to realize writers are a rather strange subgroup of the human race. I count myself in that number and readily admit my strangeness ... uniqueness, that's the term I prefer. Actually, I've heard it said all creative people are strange, slightly off-center. Maybe so. When I hear of… Continue reading Manufactured Outrage
On Tuesday, my post referred to a poem (Spring) written by Pulitzer Prize recipient (1923), poet Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950). According to some literary sources, her sonnets are among the best of the early twentieth century. One particular poem I've loved many a year is not a true sonnet but still a top-notch and memorable… Continue reading Too Beautiful To Hold
When Spring arrives every year, one finds there's a great deal of poetic utterance devoted to one or another aspect of the season. There is, in the season, a wealth of subjects on which the poet might reflect and celebrate. I've read poems (old and new) that extol the freshly-blossoming flowers ... as well as freshly-blossoming… Continue reading Lightly Turned Fancy
The horse-race has begun! Can't you just feel the anticipation? The excitement? The hotly-contested, fiercely-competitive quest for the checkered flag ... er, the green jacket ... er, the stretched-out tape at the finish line ... er, the party's nod to run for President – that doesn't necessarily mean victory and White House residency. You may actually have… Continue reading Out of the Gate!
Readers of this blog know my affinity to the sonnet poetic form. Nearly five years ago in this space, I posted my first poem (a sonnet) and mentioned one of my writing goals was to compose one hundred sonnets, hoping my efforts would allow me to attain a level of "mastery" with the form.By my count, I have… Continue reading Presenting the Englark Sonnet
Ah, National Poetry Month 2015. Are you as excited as I am? Actually, I shouldn't give the wrong impression. I am eager to take part in celebrating poetry, but in all truth, I'm able to do that whether it's National Poetry Month or not ... and so might we all. So, to borrow an expression from racing,… Continue reading You and Me and Annabel Lee
Wrongfully accused ... even for young children, this is an easily-understood expression. The concept of fairness seems inborn and children learn at an early age the power of a complaint "It's not fair!" Job wasn't a child, but he understood how it felt to be wrongfully accused. In studying The Book of Job, I've begun to understand how… Continue reading A Paleo-Innocence Project
For a writer, reading the following words may strike right between the eyes: "How long will you hunt for words?" Maybe it was more of a two-by-four upside the head, but I definitely reacted to this question from Job 18:2. It's Bildad speaking, responding to Job's monologue from chapters 16 and 17, and Bildad comes out swinging.… Continue reading How Long the Hunt for Words?
One of the trending hashtags on Twitter today was #ADVICEFORYOUNGJOURNALISTS. I'm guessing this hashtag was, at least in part, a result of the recent shake-up at NBCNews due to the "misremembering" antics of Nightly News anchor Brian Williams.Back in the dark ages (I called them the 60s), my intention upon high school graduation was to… Continue reading #AdviceForYoungJournalists