The Ragged Clown tries his hand at poetry. Continue reading →

Alice receives a mysterious package. Continue reading →

It’s over a hundred years since World War One. Everyone involved is dead. Continue reading →

England is a cup of tea.
America is a gun. Continue reading →

The Golden Treasury of English Verse and a harmonica were my only mementos of civilization. Continue reading →

The Sirens:[Singing, soothing] Sleep, brave Ulysses! Sleep! Let us soothe your sinews with our sensuous songs of slumber! Scylla: [LOUD!] *LOUD CLICK* I WHOOSH YOU INTO WAKEFULNESS! NO SLEEP FOR YOU! MY INFERNAL NOISE BRINGS FIRE FROM THE VERY DEPTHS … Continue reading →

One thousand years later, beer is still excellent and the song is still fantastic. Continue reading →

Sometimes in the middle autumn days, The windless days when the swallows have flown, And the sere elms brood in the mist, Each tree a being, rapt, alone, I know, not as in barren thought, But wordlessly, as the bones … Continue reading →

Did, as Keats claimed, Newton destroy the beauty of the rainbow by unweaving it? Helen Fisher doesn’t think so:

The stream of thought flows on; but most of its segments fall into the bottomless abyss of oblivion. Of some, no memory survives the instant of their passage. Of others, it is confined to a few moments, hours or days. … Continue reading →