Confession
Here’s an odd photo provoking a confession from me. For the rest of the story, click on the link.
Fire, Then and Now
As I slowly walked the 200 steps between my house and studio this morning, I heard the echo in my mental museum of the events of five years ago. The evidence of that day still marks the landscape I walked through – and my response remains the same. But my reflections on what the day meant have deepened.
Remembering
This was written the day after Memorial Day, when the visitors to the local cemetery had come and gone, leaving behind flowers and flags – and the deceased to rest in peace.
ASBESTOS GELOS – AGAIN
My recent posting about Homer and the Odyssey stimulated my memory of my first experience of the Greek world, where I spent many years. That beginning always makes me laugh. Click to read why.
Homer
This translation of Homer’s Odyssey is widely praised for both its accessible English and its scholarly summary of the history of research into the source of one of the oldest works of literature in the western tradition. I read it with appreciation and pleasure.