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That Time of Year Thou Mayst in Me Behold. Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare

Yesterday evening, when I met up with my friend Brian, he reminded me of this beautiful Shakespearian sonnet:

“That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long”.

More Halloween Humour

I know a young lady called Lin
Who is pretty but full of sin.
On the night of Halloween
I saw a touching scene,
‘Twas the devil romancing Lin!

There was a young lady called Lin
Who grew a giant pumpkin.
Whilst out one Halloween
I saw a thing obscene
Which made me run back in!

There was a young lady called Lin
Who was petite and slim.
On the night of Halloween
I found a thing obscene,
‘Twas Lucifer in my bin!

Saturday Humour

I know a person of old London town
Who decided their sorrows to drown
But having no cash
They took action most rash.
Now the judge he is sending them down!

There once was a lady of London town
Who wore a perpetual frown.
In a leaky old tent,
In a place called Kent
She married a jolly old clown!

There once was a lady called Black
Who’s heels whent clickety clack.
When in a graveyard at night
She received a most terrible fright,
So ran and didn’t look back!

“Not Our Kind: the Problem of Book Reviewing Through Tribal Identification”

https://freebeacon.com/culture/not-our-kind/.

The above article is worth a read and is self-explanatory. As for the poem which sparked the article (which is linked to from within the piece), from a personal perspective the literary work is not particularly to my taste. However the attacks on the poet, Anders Carlson-Wee), which are detailed in the article, appear to me to constitute a gross over reaction to what he wrote and I must confess to being somewhat surprised by the fulsome apology of the periodical which published it.

The poet subsequently apologised for the poem and was (again” criticised for saying that the comments received where “eye-opening”, the criticism being predicated on the fact that blind people can not see and, therefore the language being construed as “ableist”. As someone who is registered blind I have no problem with the use of terms such as “eye-opening”. Indeed I have used this term myself and also frequently say to friends or acquaintances “see you around”, by which I mean not that I will (literally) see them, but that our paths will cross again.

Ultimately any work of literature should be judged on its literary merits not whether it offends a particular community and/or individual. Writers should not be constantly thinking could what I am writing possibly cause offense? If we go down that road we risk a stilted literary environment in which I don’t wish to live.

Wednesday Humour

A beautiful young lady from France
Asked me whether I wished to dance.
As we started to waltz
I said, “are you false?”
She replied, “shush, just enjoy the dance!”.

When a naughty young lady called Samantha
Went to school with her panther
The teacher looked black
And said, “take it straight back,
I have no room for your panther!”.