Good Night

May your dreams come true.

In The Bourne and It's Sunny

Well what a lovely sunny day and much warmer.Dare i say almost like spring, well, except for the wind that is very chilly.


I have been listening to some of my new albums purchased the other day.

I had steak and eggs last night in Canterbury and had a lovely glass of Merlot wine to go with it, and one of these new craft beers.

Today i will be visiting a supermarket in The Bourne and hence i will be enjoying walking down there and basking in this glorious sun we are having.

Just Wondering

How do you think aliens would regard our society? If an alien ship landed in your backyard, would you run away or bring a cake?

What would you consider the worst job in the world, and why?

If you were stranded on an island and could pick one thing to have with you, what would it be, and why?

Birthday Greetings

Many happy returns to dcjaywalk. Hope you had a great birthday!

Still In The Bourrne

L listened to some of the other recent albums this afternoon an then read for awhile before decided to go out for a beer.

I seem to be slipping with my good morning posts. I shall attend to it.

Last night i caught up with the latest episode of Legends Of Tomorrow and a University Challenge game

Not much else to report.

Monday Music Selection

Another selection of music from the ether.

Jeanne Lee & Ran Blake - Lonely Woman

( More music here )

Enjoy.

Poems Of The Week

Two poems on darkness.

Traveling Through The Dark

Poem by William Stafford


Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.

By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car
and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;
she had stiffened already, almost cold.
I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.

My fingers touching her side brought me the reason--
her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,
alive, still, never to be born.
Beside that mountain road I hesitated.

The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;
under the hood purred the steady engine.
I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;
around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.

I thought hard for us all--my only swerving--,
then pushed her over the edge into the river.



From The Dark Tower

Poem by Countee Cullen



We shall not always plant while others reap
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always countenance, abject and mute,
That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap;
Not everlastingly while others sleep
Shall we beguile their limbs with mellow flute,
Not always bend to some more subtle brute;
We were not made to eternally weep.
The night whose sable breast relieves the stark,
White stars is no less lovely being dark,
And there are buds that cannot bloom at all
In light, but crumple, piteous, and fall;
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds,
And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.

Good Night

Well time for the tween time of fairies,and elves etc.