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Dec. 26th, 2009



An idle wind blew round an empty throne
    And stirred the heavy curtains on the walls.

Failure by Rupert Brooke

Dec. 6th, 2009

beauty of venus

No Graves As Yet

One of the reviews on the back cover stated that No Graves As Yet is “a page-turner”. I disagree. I thought the story flowed as slow as molasses. But I still found the charm in this telling (the first in author’s series of Novels of World War I) thanks be to Perry’s writing. The story was somewhat suspenseful at points, but mostly a terrible bore. I didn’t form any attachments to any of the settings or characters and was somewhat disengaged, really; some characters required a bit of bitch slapping to go along with their butter and scones. Never mind the fact I’ve talking in British accent of late as a result (to the annoyance of many, Oi’m sure), but Perry’s is one to explore further.

Favorite quotations from the novel:

“It was infinitely just – the punishments for sin were not visited from outside, decided by a higher power, but were the sins themselves, perpetuated eternally, stripped of the masks that had made them seductive once. Those who had given in to the selfish storms of passion, regardless of the cost to others, were now battered and driven by unceasing gales, forced to rise before them without rest. And so it was, down through the successive circles, the sins of indulgence, that injured self, the sins of anger that injured others, to the betrayal and corruption of the mind which damaged all mankind.”

Page 127

“[...] the bent-limbed trees crowding along the mountain ridge, bearing the burden of the sky upon their backs.”

Page 210

Mar. 15th, 2009

literary adventures

The Ides of March, upon us.

Soothsayer. Beware the Ides of March

CAESAR. What man is that?
BRUTUS. A Sooth-sayer bids you beware the Ides of March
CAESAR. Set him before me, let me see his face

CASSIUS. Fellow, come from the throng, look vpon Caesar

CAESAR. What sayst thou to me now? Speak once againe,
Soothsayer. Beware the Ides of March

Nov. 24th, 2008

literary adventures

Bliss (in minor, of course).

Sep. 14th, 2008

literary adventures

A dream.

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream.

Jul. 9th, 2008

literary adventures

«Но коль черти в душе гнездились...»

* * *

Мне осталась одна забава:
Пальцы в рот - и веселый свист.
Прокатилась дурная слава,
Что похабник я и скандалист.

Ах! какая смешная потеря!
Много в жизни смешных потерь.
Стыдно мне, что я в бога верил.
Горько мне, что не верю теперь.

Золотые, далекие дали!
Все сжигает житейская мреть.
И похабничал я и скандалил
Для того, чтобы ярче гореть.

Дар поэта - ласкать и карябать,
Роковая на нем печать.
Розу белую с черною жабой
Я хотел на земле повенчать.

Пусть не сладились, пусть не сбылись
Эти помыслы розовых дней.
Но коль черти в душе гнездились -
Значит, ангелы жили в ней.

Вот за это веселие мути,
Отправляясь с ней в край иной,
Я хочу при последней минуте
Попросить тех, кто будет со мной,-

Чтоб за все за грехи мои тяжкие,
За неверие в благодать
Положили меня в русской рубашке
Под иконами умирать.

Сергей Есенин

Jul. 1st, 2008

echoes of melody



May. 18th, 2008

literary adventures


The books that have whetted my interest lately…

The Suspicions of Mr. Whicher: A Shocking Murder and the Undoing of a Great Victorian Detective by Kate Summerscale

Non-fiction: In 1860, three-year-old Saville Kent was found murdered in the outdoor privy of his family's country estate. Local police scrambled for clues, but to no avail. Scotland Yard Det.-Insp. Jonathan Jack Whicher was called in and immediately suspected the unthinkable: someone in the Kent family killed Saville.

Child 44 by Tom Rob Smith

Fiction-Thriller/Mystery: A serial killer of children is on the loose, and the Stalinist State cannot admit it.

Fiction-Mystery: The Anatomy of Deception by Lawrence Goldstone

Near the turn of the 19th century, a young doctor faces a dilemma: should he finger a killer, or should he advance the cause of medicine, potentially saving thousands of future patients? This tale hangs on Dr. Carroll's dilemma.

Fiction-Thriller/Mystery: The Somnambulist by Jonathan Barnes

A tale set in Victorian London introduces the characters of stage magician and detective Edward Moon and his silent sidekick, whose fiendish plot to re-create the apocalyptic prophecies of Samuel Taylor Coleridge threaten the British Empire.

May. 4th, 2008

oh lucy!

...to the rescue.

Sometimes some crimes go slippin' through the cracks.
But these two gumshoes are pickin' up the slack.

There's no case too big, no case too small. When you need help just call.

Ch-ch-ch-Chip 'n Dale - Rescue Rangers
Ch-ch-ch-Chip 'n Dale - When there's danger.

Oh no, it never fails. They'll take the clues
And find the wheres and whys and whos. Ch-ch-ch-Chip 'n Dale.

Apr. 27th, 2008

echoes of melody


E avanti a lui tremava tutta Roma

Puccini’s Tosca. Words fail me. There is nothing to be said; there is nothing that can be said. It is not for words: one must live it. It must be allowed to penetrate every pore in the body, through the blood. The most exhilarating experience I’ve had in the recent history. Cheer pleasure!

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