Tag Archives: Yeats
Today’s post–and trust me, it was no easy call–is my last for 317am. It’s the last for any of us—whether Kaze, Ras, or Ted the Cat—till who knows when. We may be back someday, but we just don’t know. On … Read more
(Today is my 61st birthday. A year ago, I wrote this post about my 60th. I’m still away, but I’ll be back on Wednesday. Meanwhile, this post seemed apropos.) So long ago that I can’t remember when, I read The Romantic Comedians, … Read more
Lately I’ve been brooding over the fact that I’ll be turning 60 in May. Less than three months to go, and bingo. Which, come to think of it, is probably all I’ll be good for. Ba-da-bing.
You may have gathered—correctly—from my last post that I am reading William Butler Yeats again. I’ve had a love for Yeats all my adult life. He wrote great poetry for all of his. That’s an unusual thing in a poet, … Read more