Soma from the Well: C.S. Lewis

And all the time-such is the tragi-comedy of our situation   .   .   .We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful. C.S. Lewis / The Abolition Of Man

Thou Shalt Love

We all appear so grand Amidst the game We use the right words We attend the right schools We drop the right names (the heaviest of the heaviest hitters) And suffer the right fools We shop at the right markets We drink the right libations We eat from the right plates And use the right […]

Porta

As the poet strives to find his voice in the flow . . . of metre and rime, his early swagger is chipped away slowly by the triumphs and tragedies inherent in the nature of his work. This chipping away continues until he realises, to his astonishment, that he is not the source of his […]