"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti


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Friday, July 19, 2019

R.E. Slater - The Winter of Our Discontent





The Winter of Our Discontent
by R.E. Slater



Now is the winter of our discontent,
Where brother calls brother brother no more,
Where hand lifts 'gainst head by anger’s vent,
And smouldering ires lie murderous about.

Surely no woman, no man, denies family or friend,
Yet vile offenses seethe neglects and feuds,
Fueling lies of ill-will, refusing fellowships sweet,
Castrating lives like mown grasses of summer.

Low lay brooding spirits inflamed siren’s hymns,
Fell darkness descending on remorseless charms,
Imagined illusions guiding misguided spirits,
Hearing no seasons but hell's hateful dark maw.

Winter or summer, springtime or harvest,
All be the same moved intent's dark climes,
Spewing madness’s flames lit burning moods,
Noxious marshes befouling most putrid fools.


R.E. Slater
July 17-19, 2019;
edited Aug 20, 2019;
May 5, 2020

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