I saw a couple parting under the streetlight
Old they were
But still loving.
Until the spellchecker intervened Bach had intended to be a composer.
She was disgusted by the p**.
The object below is an Iron Age (Celtic or early Roman) brooch that was found near here.
It's actually bronze—not gold as the photograph makes it appear—and about 30 mm across. The style is 'La Tène III', named after La Tène in Switzerland where an enormous cache of artifacts in this characteristic style was excavated in the 19th century.
It took me a long while to work out what the geometry would have been but after looking at lots of pictures and consulting a friend I now have a reasonable idea. There would have been a pin, wound round one end to make a spring, and at the other end a catch for the pin, something like this
The missing parts being more fragile have broken off, or possibly just corroded away. Indeed it's possible the clip breaking caused the brooch to get lost, or perhaps when it broke the owner simply slung it away. It would have been the budget-friendly jewellery of its time, and very large numbers of similar brooches are found.
All the same I felt a thrill to handle it and reflect that until a few days ago no other human being had touched it for two thousand years.
How many British cheeses can you find that are named after former Roman towns?
It wouldn't do any good.
A deer ran past my gate
We both knew it was Autumn.
Today I caught a snatch on WKSU radio
I found this is 'forest bathing', Shinrin-yoku. The idea is that visiting a forest may calm and relax us, as we breathe the woodland breeze.
It seems intuitively plausible that this might be therapeutic, and there is some scientific evidence of the beneficial effects. I'm biased-pro though, because of my love of trees. Here's a thought I have had many times but only now expressed.
I'd rather breathe my last on a woodland path.
Dying on a hospital corridor would be much horrider.
But the autumn wind
Still reminds me of summer.
When I should be washing the dishes.
My life coach said I should take stock. I was like "Whose?" and "Should I take shares also?"
Edgar Allen Poe
Wanted his cheeks to glow.
So he wore blusher.
When writing The Fall of the House Of Usher.
'Alla barnen = 'All the kids' is a children's humorous verse form, from Denmark and Sweden. Like Scandinavian detective writing it can be a bit dark. But still funny.
Below are some classics rendered into English. Google Translate did the heavy lifting but I applied some finishing touches, here and there, such as making the rhymes work.
All the kids loved the World Wildlife Fund, except Amanda.
She shot a panda.
He'd brought his own crack.
All the kids enjoyed their burgers, except Tony.
It was his pony.
All the kids looked into the washer, except Doug.
He went glug.
And here is a distasteful one of my own.
All the kids worried about the smell, except Ed.
He was the one that was dead.
They've just built a new bus shelter in the village. Trouble is, it's too small for the bus.
I was grilled about my favourite cheese. I had to answer carefully.
We cross the ice-bridge one by one.
Will it bear my weight?
Far below I hear the beautiful sound of falling crystals.
"Time, why do you hurt us so?"
"It is my fate. And you would never wish to share it."
But what else.
I'm scared. Hold my hand.
If you wish to learn
The indescribable beauty of snails
Just cast your eyes humbly down.
I never said anything
Because there was too much to say.
And now it's too late
Go for chicken stir-fry? Defrost some fish? I was stuck between a wok and a hard plaice.
I'm going to Bury St Edmund's in the morning. It's a big job.
As you found the little brooch
After so long. Your touch told me
I have not entirely died.
I'd like to come back as a wildebeest. So I could start a gnu life.
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