I have long been of the opinion that if one is to take a trip, one ought to choose the destination with care. A sojourn in Tuscany, perhaps; a jaunt through the Alps; or, at the very least, an unhurried ramble through the English countryside, where the only fiery pits one encounters are the embers … Continue reading Through Hell and High Water: A Wanderer’s Musings on Dante’s Inferno
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T. S. Eliot’s Little Gidding & The Waste Land
T. S. Eliot’s Little Gidding is the grand finale of Four Quartets, a poem of spiritual reckoning and renewal that reads like a soul’s dark night before the dawn. It is a tapestry woven with threads of history, theology, and poetry, each stitch pulling the reader deeper into Eliot’s meditative vision of time, suffering, and redemption. The poem … Continue reading T. S. Eliot’s Little Gidding & The Waste Land
Bureaucracy, Bedlam, and Barking Mad Dogs: A Descent into Diary of a Madman
Reading Gogol’s Diary of a Madman is like stepping onto what you think is a quaint cobbled path, only to find it’s actually a rickety conveyor belt leading straight into the abyss. One minute, you’re chuckling at a disgruntled clerk grumbling about his superiors, and the next, you’re clutching your head, wondering if you, too, have started … Continue reading Bureaucracy, Bedlam, and Barking Mad Dogs: A Descent into Diary of a Madman
Getting and Spending, We Lay Waste Our Powers
While wandering through the pages of Wordsworth’s works not long ago, I stumbled upon a line that latched onto my mind with an almost stubborn tenacity. My thoughts have a habit of seizing upon certain phrases, much like a dog sinking its teeth into a well-chewed bone - unwilling to let go until every last … Continue reading Getting and Spending, We Lay Waste Our Powers
Waking into Winter: Regret and Ruin in Rossetti’s A Daughter of Eve
Christina Rossetti’s A Daughter of Eve is a lamentation in miniature, a bitter draught distilled into three stanzas, each drop heavy with regret. It is the wail of one who has slept too long beneath a summer sun and awoken to find the warmth fled, the landscape altered beyond retrieval. The speaker’s grief is not loud but … Continue reading Waking into Winter: Regret and Ruin in Rossetti’s A Daughter of Eve
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