Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
I see a rose beside the water, a little cup
of red eyelids
sustained aloft by an ethereal sound:
a green-leaved light touches the headsprings
and transfigures the forest with solitary beings
with transparent feet:
the air's full of bright vestments
and the tree establishes its dormant magnitude.
Monday, April 20, 2009
One of my creations is featured on someone's blog today!
This makes me very happy indeed!
Friday, April 17, 2009
Oh never weep for love that’s dead
Since love is seldom true
But changes his fashion from blue to red,
From brightest red to blue,
And love was born to an early death
And is so seldom true.
Then harbour no smile on your bonny face
To win the deepest sigh.
The fairest words on truest lips
Pass on and surely die,
And you will stand alone, my dear,
When wintry winds draw nigh.
Sweet, never weep for what cannot be,
For this God has not given.
If the merest dream of love were true
Then, sweet, we should be in heaven,
And this is only earth, my dear,
Where true love is not given.
~~Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal~~
Thursday, April 16, 2009
"The classification of the "seven deadly sins" dates back to as early as the 6th century, when they were first grouped together by St. Gregory the Great, Pope from 590-604. The sins – pride, covetousness, lust, envy, gluttony (including drunkenness) anger, and sloth – were held to be transgressions that caused the death not of the body but of the soul. In the mid-13th century Guilielmus Peraldus composed a treatise on the seven deadly sins called the Summa seu Tractatus de Viciis, and it soon became the most influential source on the subject, fascinating and inspiring Medieval and Renaissance writers including Thomas Malory, Geoffrey Chaucer, John Gower, Langland, Dante, Spenser, and Marlowe."
Monday, April 13, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Or what is left of him.
Awhile back I wrote a blog about Red, my new chocolate lab that I had brought home from my parents house. She had been shot and left to die until my parents took her in and cared for her. Odie is (or was) her brother. He was shot at the same time. However, he wasn't quite a lucky as my Red girl. This is what remains of Odie: