Cats no less liquid than their shadowsOffer no angles to the wind.They slip, diminished, neat through loopholesLess than themselves; will not be pinned To rules or routes for journeys; counterAttack with non-resistance; twistEnticing through the curving fingersAnd leave an angered empty fist. They wait obsequious as darknessQuick to retire, quick to return;Admit no aim or […]
Bleezer’s Ice Cream Jack Prelutsky – 1940 I am Ebenezer Bleezer,I run BLEEZER’S ICE CREAM STORE,there are flavors in my freezeryou have never seen before,twenty-eight divine creationstoo delicious to resist,why not do yourself a favor,try the flavors on my list: COCOA MOCHA MACARONITAPIOCA SMOKED BALONEYCHECKERBERRY CHEDDAR CHEWCHICKEN CHERRY HONEYDEWTUTTI-FRUTTI STEWED TOMATOTUNA TACO BAKED POTATOLOBSTER LITCHI
My son has taken on a love of the game Bendy and the Ink Machine, and as a loving parent and artist can’t help but be super impressed with the story and graphics behind this game. It seems to have taken on a rather cult status amongst illustrators and gamers alike and I wish the
Bendy and the Ink Machine – Brilliant Graphic Design! Read More »
Listening to Radio 4 while I was working today heard this one: The Ballad of Southern Rail This is the tale of Southern Rail And the trains that failed and failed and failed. These are the passengers lost at the station, Dashing twixt platforms post alteration. Some have gone feral and howl at the moon.
A BRILLIANT BRILLIANT poem about trains – Southern Trains in fact by Nathaniel Tapley Read More »
From a Railway Carriage Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850–1894). A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods 1913. FASTER than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle, All through the meadows the horses and cattle: All of the sights of the hill and the plain Fly
Poem for George – who loves trains! Read More »
The Listeners BY WALTER DE LA MARE ‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grasses Of the forest’s ferny floor: And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveller’s head: And he smote upon the door again a second
… some new do-gooder is trying to save us from ourselves. We have so many laws and safety commissions to ensure our safety that it seems nearly impossible to have an accident. The problem is that we need accidents, and lots of them! Danger is nature’s way of eliminating stupid people. Without safety, stupid people
