Well how the heck we could POSSIBLY be in December, I have no idea, so I’m not even going to attempt a comment.
Let’s just enjoy the poetry, original short story and bit of Tom Jones, shall we?
Autumn, by Amy Lowell
Read by Xe Sands
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Pertaining to nothing in particular at the moment…just loved Lowell’s ability to conjure so much meaning, emotion, portent, from a relatively simple image and set of words. If you haven’t already discovered the poetry of Amy Lowell, next time you have a few minutes, look up her work over at Poetry Foundation and Poets.org. Best bit of procrastination you’ll do that day.
Artwork: “Yellow Dahlia Starburst,” by Marcia Baldwin
Short Story, Stretch, by Phillip Laurence Carter
Read by Mark Turetsky
Book 11 Chapter 6 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.
In this chapter, the innkeeper interrupts Mrs. Fitzpatrick’s storytelling to let on that he knows who Sophia is, and that he won’t be turning her in for a reward. Of course, he thinks that she’s Jenny Cameron, the Jacobite heroin, and Sophia thinks that he means that her father has agents nearby who are searching for her. He then informs her of some more good news, that the French have invaded England in force. Of course, Sophia doesn’t quite know how to take this, and so largely ignores what he says, and decides to move on as soon as possible.