John Keats lived for just 25 years — and, yet, his literary reams of gold have left their imprint on the sands of time.
Rest in Peace Grand lady,
The champion of human rights.
Gutsy, wordy, playing with the dark
In the quiet, I understood. I had learned the lessons, and this was an opportunity to apply the wisdom and do it differently. This time, I would love me first.
The governor was often in foul mood, for he was ruled by his wife Lady Frances. She was frequently absent, sharing her charms with various others including the king’s son, Prince William. I was a broken man without hope, but for the sake of the children who I instructed, I continued at my teacher’s post.
Baseball has a certain magic and mythical nature to it that every Baseball fan is conscious of. This magic is palpable in Cooperstown, NY, where my recent visit to the Baseball Hall of Fame reminded me of the game’s joy, its colorful history and its deep significance to American culture.
All great cities never run out of secrets, however, and NYC is the greatest city of them all. While destinations like Times Square and Central Park are definitely worth a visit, there are so many other attractions that, although off the beaten path, embody what makes NYC a great urban center.
It was the summer of 1796 when we arrived in Nova Scotia and we counted ourselves fortunate to have made our advent during the warm season. In actual fact, most of us were experiencing colder temperatures than we had ever before encountered.
I have handmade 101 clay pots with the faces of different poets from around the world on them. I am leaving the pots, along with poems by those poets around the city for people to discover, read, and take home with them.
One morning I awoke, and noticed the absence of the rocking movement of the vessel to which I’d grown accustomed. Shouts and cries assailed my ears and strange smells penetrated even through the miasma of our hold. The hatch opened and we blinked at the bright light, then staggered out of the vessel. With its hot sun and its palm trees, Jamaica was in some ways much like home.
No, three choices.
What are you?
Colonialist and colonized.
Both, and something all my own.