BLOG TOUR FOR CHARLES F. FRENCH
October 15, 2016 8:27
It is my pleasure and honor to introduce to you my good friend and fellow blogger, Charles F. French. As a professor of literature, he shares with his readers his extensive knowledge and his love of reading, writing and learning, especially Socrates, but it doesn’t stop there. As a mentor, his love of Shakespeare, Stephan King and many other great writers make his daily posts unique and also presents to his readers a teachable moment, something his fellow bloggers look forward to.
It is my great pleasure to host the seventh day of Dr. French’s blog tour, for his new book, Maledicus: The Investigative Paranormal Society, Book I. Today, I will be conducting an interview with Charles F. French’s intriguing main character, Theodore Roosevelt Franklin. At the end of the interview with Mr. Franklin, there will be a short except from the novel, featuring Maledicus.
Interview with Theodore Roosevelt…
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Ryder and the Wolf
October 15, 2016 6:25
As I stepped to the forest path the moon was platinum full, bathing its pale light over the changing leaves of October. The Native tribes called this moon Hunter, and sure as I gazed at it, I knew Diana’s strength embraced me.
In my basket I carried victuals, all manner of which would aid my ailing Granny. There were sweet cakes spilling with honey. Wine pressed from dandelion and elderberry. Ginger root to be brewed in a strong tea and garlic bulbs to be seeped in milk. All of it was surely enough to cure any grippe or fever. My poor Granny suffered. Her health and well being were the most important things to me in all the world.
The night was gray, a thick fog rising, air soft as early autumn’s gauze. There was a stillness to the air, an eeriness like the calm before a storm. This night…
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Siegfried Sassoon: The Poet As Hero
October 15, 2016 6:18
You’ve heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented,
Mocking and loathing War: you’ve asked me why
Of my old, silly sweetness I’ve repented–
My ecstasies changed to an ugly cry.
You are aware that once I sought the Grail,
Riding in armour bright, serene and strong;
And it was told that through my infant wail
There rose immortal semblances of song.
But now I’ve said good-bye to Galahad,
And am no more the knight of dreams and show:
For lust and senseless hatred make me glad,
And my killed friends are with me where I go.
Wound for red wound I burn to smite their wrongs;
And there is absolution in my songs.
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Siegfried Loraine Sassoon (1886 – 1967) was an English poet, writer, and soldier. Decorated for bravery on the Western Front, he became one of the leading poets of the First World War. His poetry both described the…
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A POESIA DE PIER PAOLO PASOLINI (1922 – 1975) #LivrariaACasaDeVidro
October 14, 2016 18:03
Pasolini em Roma, 1967. Foto de Franco Vitale. Via Arquivo Pasolini.
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wanisinowin
October 14, 2016 18:00
here are some lies i’ve told you today:
- i’m fine
- it’s ok
you don’t understand what I mean when I say
“but they’re my kin”
maybe it’s because you grew up kicking anthills
you were brought up with generations
that don’t know what it feels like
to run your hands over stretched hide
but they’re my kin
you’re probably confused.
i don’t know if you’ve felt what it’s like
to mourn a stranger
but these strangers aren’t so distant
from faces we recognize
when we go home.
i’m fine
it’s ok
you laugh when i say i can smell the seasons change
but then we wake up to frosty mornings caught in low sunlight
the birds know it will snow soon.
the leaves are starting to point down.
autumn brings grief and the end of huckleberries,
it brings longer nights and brighter moons.
the northern lights are stairways to…
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