Monday, February 27, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
On January 13, 1898 French writer Émile Zola's famous J'accuse was published as an open letter in Paris' literary, arts, and social issues l'Aurore. Addressed to French President Félix Faure, Zola famously defended Alfred Dreyfus who had been unlawfully jailed for treason. Zola also accused government officials of framing Dreyfus along with charges of anti-Semitism in what was to become known as The Dreyfus Affair.
One month later on February 23, 1898 Zola was convicted of libel and fled France. Zola returned to France in June, 1899. Dreyfus was exonnerated in 1906. What follows is an English translation of Zola's famous letter.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
I don't seem to be able to move forward
Until I catch up with my past
Will there be enough time moon goddess?
Ah, but the wheel never turns too fast
Sometimes I crave affection
Yet, then I feel smothered with love
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
The long shadows
of the school bus
race alongside the pasture
the crops in the field
knocking over fence-posts
the sun is still low
over the horizon
rising to begin
another new day
Monday, February 20, 2012
Pues bien, yo necesito
decirte que te adoro,
decirte que te quiero
con todo el corazón;
que es mucho lo que sufro,
que es mucho lo que lloro,
que ya no puedo tanto,
y al grito que te imploro
te imploro y te hablo en nombre
de mi última ilusión.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
|The Movie Has No Ads, But Patriotic Newsreels|
This is another of those times, the ones about sleep.
Long spells, centered on lying awake, my fingers
pretending they have sundown syndrome, plucking
at the covers like bare-headed birds, guineas,
without their clown makeup, après le show.
Eyes trying to focus on shadow ceiling and the past,
I write lines of witty dialog for scenes everyone
but me has forgotten, and even the author,
whoever, whatever, has scrunched and lobbed
high arching across the room into the tin can.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Two secret lovers steal away
They’re covered by the dark.
And meet behind the carousel
In an abandoned park.
They’ve hid their love for oh so long
Their passion at new heights
And let themselves be taken o’er
To cherish new delights.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
The wind blew high, the waters raved,
A ship drove on the land,
A hundred human creatures saved
Kneel’d down upon the sand.
Three-score were drown’d, three-score were thrown
Upon the black rocks wild,
And thus among them, left alone,
They found one helpless child.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Leading lady of horror, Ingrid Pitt, left behind a number of unpublished novels following her death in 2010 including a sequel to her well received spy novel Cuckoo Run. Those novels are now being released by Northern Ireland press Avalard Publishing, as part of a five book deal.
The first book to be released will be Annul Domini a controversial science fiction novel that is set to cause some ripples in the literary world, with it's speculation about Christianity and what would happen if Jesus had never been able to fulfill his destiny.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Adieu, New-England's smiling meads,
Adieu, th' flow'ry plain:
I leave thine op'ning charms, O spring,
And tempt the roaring main.
In vain for me the flow'rets rise,
And boast their gaudy pride,
While here beneath the northern skies
I mourn for health deny'd.