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“The Preparations,” by W. H. Auden

“The Preparations,” by W. H. Auden (Part II of “The Quest”)

All had been ordered weeks before the start
From the best firms at such work: instruments
To take the measure of all queer events,
And drugs to move the bowels or the heart.

A watch, of course, to watch impatience fly,
Lamps for the dark and shades against the sun;
Foreboding, too, insisted on a gun,
And coloured beads to soothe a savage eye.

In theory they were sound on Expectation,
Had there been situations to be in;
Unluckily they were their situation:

One should not give a poisoner medicine,
A conjurer fine apparatus, nor
A rifle to a melancholic bore.

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They get … THREE days? Really?

For Gillian Anderson, Tori Amos, Annie Wersching, Julianne Moore, a certain Twerp I know, a certain chef buddy of mine, and a certain indie publisher! Not to mention Patrick John and Rebecca Grace O’Conner.

Sorry about all those “Gingers have no souls” jokes all year round!!

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Apparently I have two Pinterest accounts … ?

In the same manner that I also apparently have multiple Goodreads accounts?

I have either hysterical dissociative disorder or computer illiteracy … I am not sure which.  Actually, I am probably a diverse enough guy to have both of those covered.   (Just be glad you’ve got the “good twin” addressing you right now.)

Anyway, if anyone wants to reach me or follow me online (as is the fondest hope of the narcissist in me), you can best do so just by using the links in the “Contact” section of this site.

 

“The Door,” by W.H. Auden

“The Door,” by W.H. Auden (Part I of “The Quest”)

Out of it steps our future, through this door
Enigmas, executioners and rules,
Her Majesty in a bad temper or
A red-nosed Fool who makes a fool of fools.

Great persons eye it in the twilight for
A past it might so carelessly let in,
A widow with a missionary grin,
The foaming inundation at a roar.

We pile our all against it when afraid,
And beat upon its panels when we die:
By happening to be open once, it made

Enormous Alice see a wonderland
That waited for her in the sunshine and,
Simply by being tiny, made her cry.

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Dagda Publishing’s Poetry Contest featured in the Nottingham Post.

Here’s some more nice news — Dagda Publishing Editor-In-Chief Reg Davey appeared yesterday in an article in the United Kingdom’s Nottingham Post, to talk about Dagda’s latest charity poetry competition.  The competition will raise money for people suffering from dementia, as well as for Myton Hospice and its patients with life-limiting illnesses.

Best of luck, Reg, with what sounds like a fun way to raise money for those in need!

Read on:

http://www.nottinghampost.com/Nottingham-publishing-firm-launches-charity/story-22870479-detail/story.html

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The birches and oaks that enclose the amphitheater keep their secrets … of private thoughts, late-night trysts, promises spoken.

The above is excerpted from an engaging article in the Summer 2014 University of Mary Washington Magazine about the planned restoration of the fabled amphitheater — with which I am just thrilled, as it holds some of my favorite college memories.  

And the article even quoted me, which I thought was quite flattering — I played Fletcher McGee in a 1990 Theater Workshop production of Edgar Lee Masters’ “Spoon River Anthology.”  I still remember running around that stage after class, trying desperately (and often in vain) to remember my lines, and snacking on chicken sandwiches and fishburgers form Seacobeck Dining Hall.

Check out page 24 of the magazine, linked below, for details about the project, which has been spurred on by a $1 million gift from Robert S. and Alice Andrews Jepson.  The project sounds like it will create a great space — a modernized amphitheater that will seat 600, but with all of the classical architectural features with which it was originally built in the early 1950’s.  I can’t wait to see it when it is finished, and it would be great fun to round up a few alumni to attend a student production there.

http://magazine.umw.edu/summer2014/

Homeopathic green tea paradox.

A friend of mine gave me homeopathic green tea to relieve stress … and it worked!

But then my preconceptions were challenged, and the contradictory evidence to my skeptical thinking caused cognitive dissonance.

So I’m stressed again.

You Wiccans and you’re Wiccy ways!!!!

 

 

Stephen King and W. H. Auden inspired by the same Jungian archetype?!?!

Well, probably not … as Auden’s manmade “Tower” does sound different than King’s nexus of all realities.  Nor does “The Quest,” the set of poems from which this is selected, parallel Roland’s journey.

Still, it’s a terrific poem.  

“The Tower,” by W. H. Auden

This is an architecture for the old;
Thus heaven was attacked by the afraid,
So once, unconsciously, a virgin made
Her maidenhead conspicuous to a god.

Here on dark nights while worlds of triumph sleep
Lost Love in abstract speculation burns,
And exiled Will to politics returns
In epic verse that makes its traitors weep.

Yet many come to wish their tower a well;
For those who dread to drown, of thirst may die,
Those who see all become invisible:

Here great magicians, caught in their own spell,
Long for a natural climate as they sigh
“Beware of Magic” to the passer-by.

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Support “Mics for Trikes” and enjoy a few laughs!

A friend of mine is helping with what sounds like a heck of a fun event here on Long Island for a great cause — providing disabled children with adaptive tricycles.  

Check out the September 25th “Mics for Trikes” event at McGuire’s Comedy in Bohemia:

https://www.facebook.com/events/1455936594670792/?ref=22

 

People in England are reading my mind!

Talk about synchronicity.  I was just chatting with my best friend last night — I read to her W. H. Auden’s “The Tower,” (part of “The Quest”), and then we were talking about books on tape. I told her I wanted to hear Tom Hiddleston read something, because his voice is my favorite.

Then I find this linked from the Dagda Publishing website by its (apparently telepathic) editors:

“As I Walked Out One Evening” was the first Auden poem I ever read.