We’re turning from the horrors of the world to that which reminds us that there is more here…
A short poem triptych from Lunar Eclipse, Part 3, by Peter Davey
Read by Sonia Vilim
Immerse into this wonderful night walk with Peter and his dream being sharply observed by the eyes of an enigmatic bird of prey 🙂
1 Dog-walking at Midnight
3 A Dream from the collection of poems LUNAR ECLIPSE” written by Peter Davey
Dog-walking at Midnight
with pasted leaves
the full moon
beyond the tumbled-upward
cliffs and cornices of cloud
along the white
behind me soars the green
and foaming trees
and further still, beyond them, poised
each feather delicately spread
such a small
thing to ask
such a large
thing to gain
the surf breaking on the sand
Image: Peter Davey
Gone Away, by Diane Havens
Read by Diane Havens
I wrote this poem some years ago when it became a possibility we’d have to move from a home shortly after I had begun planting gardens there.
Next to having children, planting a garden is the best affirmation of life, and the ultimate act of optimism, faith and hope for the future.
Vernal Equinox, by Amy Lowell
Although I do feel pretty exuberant about this time of year, what with my yard exploding into foliage song and the birds demanding that I rejoice, I also often still feel a pull of something else, something…I don’t know what – melancholy, perhaps?
So Lowell is the perfect choice this week. Well, she’s also very succinct, which was a must this week…
The Premature Burial, by Edgar Allan Poe
Read by Mike Vendetti
From the troubled and tormented mind of Edgar Allen Poe, who always had a fear of premature burial.
Tom Jones – Book 4, Chapter 9, by Henry Fielding
Read by Mark Turetsky
Book 4 Chapter 9 of Tom Jones.
This is part of an ongoing project in which I will record and post one chapter per week of Henry Fielding’s Tom Jones over the course of four years.
Here we have a scene of domestic strife. Molly, still injured from the boneshattering brawl from the previous chapter, returns home to find things less-than-hospitable. Not only are her sisters jealous of her new hand-me-down dress, but her mother accuses her of being a whore! And only because she’s having a child out of wedlock (it should be pointed out that her mother only narrowly escaped this fate due to a timely wedding).
We get a brief mention of an 18th Century superstar, in the form of John Freke. Check out his Wikipedia page! Not only was he a famed surgeon, but also did experiments on electricity in the 1740s, and he wrote about electricity’s “Influence in the Blasts on Human Bodies.” I’ll let you make of that what you will. He was also a close friend of novelist Samuel Richardson, who was a rival of Henry Fielding’s (Fielding’s first novella, Shamela, is a parody of Richardson’s Pamela). He was even the model for the President of Surgeons in Hogarth’s engraving “The Reward of Cruelty,” which is a pretty unsettling engraving even by today’s standards. This guy was everywhere, and you’ve probably never heard of him.