Mar. 22nd, 2017
TV Catch Up
Mar. 22nd, 2017 04:49 pmNot such a nice day.Cloudy overcast with occasional sputtering of rain.However ,it is not a day i have had to go out and work , and thus,been able to do some reading,listening to the radio and catching upon TV programmes.
I have watched the latest Sleepy Hollow with that surprise ending where Ichabod becomes one of the Horsemen of The Apocalypse- War! That i did not expect!
Then the latest Supergirl with an ending that continues on the next episode of The Flash. I did watch the latest Flash but obviously it must have been the episode before the crossover, that is the one where Jay sacrifices himself to the speed force to save Wally and Barry.
Then the other series i caught up with is DC's Legends Of Tomorrow ,which remains continually entertaining.The only one i am having trouble getting into at the moment is The OA but i shall persevere.
So what has happeded to the latest episode of Agents of SHIELD?
For lunch i had a chicken and veg broth with dumplings and mashed potatoes.Very filling.
I have watched the latest Sleepy Hollow with that surprise ending where Ichabod becomes one of the Horsemen of The Apocalypse- War! That i did not expect!
Then the latest Supergirl with an ending that continues on the next episode of The Flash. I did watch the latest Flash but obviously it must have been the episode before the crossover, that is the one where Jay sacrifices himself to the speed force to save Wally and Barry.
Then the other series i caught up with is DC's Legends Of Tomorrow ,which remains continually entertaining.The only one i am having trouble getting into at the moment is The OA but i shall persevere.
So what has happeded to the latest episode of Agents of SHIELD?
For lunch i had a chicken and veg broth with dumplings and mashed potatoes.Very filling.
The latest Flash has just come onto shush.se website - Duet - which follows on the last episode from Supergirl. See you in an hour' time.
Okay,s it is a musical.They are trying ti do a Buffy - how unoriginal.
But then,as i watched i relay did enjoy it.John Barrownman has always been a good singer,so despite my initial deflated reaction it is a good episode that moves both our superhero relationships forward.
Okay,s it is a musical.They are trying ti do a Buffy - how unoriginal.
But then,as i watched i relay did enjoy it.John Barrownman has always been a good singer,so despite my initial deflated reaction it is a good episode that moves both our superhero relationships forward.
Beer Festival
Mar. 22nd, 2017 10:56 pmOf course today is the first day of Wetherspoons Beer festival - and hence i am at my local pub enjoying a pint of St. Louis Continental IPA (6.5 % ABV) - this beer from Missouri has been brewed under licence in the Shepherd Neame brewery here in Kent for just the festival. Dan Kopman , St. Louis Brewery has travelled over here to brew this strong light amber ale. Very tasty
They also have the excellent Wychwood King Goblin (6.0 % ABV). Having that one to finish with
They also have the excellent Wychwood King Goblin (6.0 % ABV). Having that one to finish with
Poems Of The Week
Mar. 22nd, 2017 11:30 pmA couple of poems -
The Darkling Thrush
Poem by Thomas Hardy
I leant upon a coppice gate,
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to me
The Century's corpse outleant,
Its crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind its death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervorless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead,
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited.
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt and small,
With blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew,
And I was unaware.
Butterfly
Poem by David Herbert Lawrence
Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward,
strong beyond the garden-wall!
Butterfly, why do you settle on my
shoe, and sip the dirt on my shoe,
Lifting your veined wings, lifting them?
big white butterfly!
Already it is October, and the wind
blows strong to the sea
from the hills where snow must have
fallen, the wind is polished with
snow.
Here in the garden, with red
geraniums, it is warm, it is warm
but the wind blows strong to sea-ward,
white butterfly, content on my shoe!
Will you go, will you go from my warm
house?
Will you climb on your big soft wings,
black-dotted,
as up an invisible rainbow, an arch
till the wind slides you sheer from the
arch-crest
and in a strange level fluttering you go
out to sea-ward, white speck!
The Darkling Thrush
Poem by Thomas Hardy
I leant upon a coppice gate,
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to me
The Century's corpse outleant,
Its crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind its death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervorless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead,
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited.
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt and small,
With blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew,
And I was unaware.
Butterfly
Poem by David Herbert Lawrence
Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward,
strong beyond the garden-wall!
Butterfly, why do you settle on my
shoe, and sip the dirt on my shoe,
Lifting your veined wings, lifting them?
big white butterfly!
Already it is October, and the wind
blows strong to the sea
from the hills where snow must have
fallen, the wind is polished with
snow.
Here in the garden, with red
geraniums, it is warm, it is warm
but the wind blows strong to sea-ward,
white butterfly, content on my shoe!
Will you go, will you go from my warm
house?
Will you climb on your big soft wings,
black-dotted,
as up an invisible rainbow, an arch
till the wind slides you sheer from the
arch-crest
and in a strange level fluttering you go
out to sea-ward, white speck!