HongKong/Vancouver

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go. — T. S. Eliot

Saturday, June 30, 2018

The Brontë Country, Yorkshire



Charlotte Brontë,
author of Jane Eyre

Home for the Brontë sisters, Charlotte, Emily, and Anne, was the wild sweep of England's Yorkshire moors. This land still untamed save for a few stone stalwarts like the picture here. The Brontë would leave their mark on English literature and in one another's hearts with their writings.


"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will." —Jane Eyre

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Follow, poet, follow right...






W. B. Yeats 1865 – 1939

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Follow, poet, follow right

To the bottom of the night,

With your unconstraining voice

Still persuade us to rejoice;

With the farming of a verse

Make a vineyard of the curse,

Sing of human unsuccess

In a rapture of distress;

In the deserts of the heart

Let the healing fountain start,

In the prison of his days

Teach the free man how to praise.


In Memory of W. B. Yeats, W.H. Auden

Saturday, June 23, 2018

香港/Dublin


Generous tears filled Gabriel’s eyes. He had never felt like that himself towards any woman but he knew that such a feeling must be love. The tears gathered more thickly in his eyes and in the partial darkness he imagined he saw the form of a young man standing under a dripping tree. Other forms were near. His soul had approached that region where dwell the vast hosts of the dead. He was conscious of, but could not apprehend, their wayward and flickering existence. His own identity was fading out into a grey impalpable world: the solid world itself which these dead had one time reared and lived in was dissolving and dwindling...Dubliner, James Joyce