By a hopeless penitent with a bookshelf and a leaky conscience At the opening of Elizabeth Gaskell’s Ruth, before we meet the orphaned seamstress or the soft-hearted Bensons, we are met with tears. Not sentimental ones, but slow, penitential tears - each drop a silent argument for mercy. The chosen epigraph, “Drop, drop, slow tears”, … Continue reading “Drop, Drop, Slow Tears” – A Meditation in the Margins
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Whistles, Rhymes, and Ghosts – Oh My! M. R. James’ Guide to Summoning Ancient Horrors with Nursery Tunes
When I think of M. R. James, it’s like I’ve accidentally stumbled into a foggy, overgrown cemetery on Halloween night, while wearing the world’s most embarrassing costume and holding a mysterious old book I definitely shouldn’t be holding. His stories - oh, the stories! - are like that one weird uncle who insists on showing … Continue reading Whistles, Rhymes, and Ghosts – Oh My! M. R. James’ Guide to Summoning Ancient Horrors with Nursery Tunes
Tending Life’s Garden: A Reflection on Christina Rossetti’s Warning
Christina Rossetti - she always did have a knack for wrapping melancholy in silk and leaving us to untangle the knots. Her poem here, with its mournful musings and botanical regrets, is no exception. It’s a lament, to be sure, but one that blooms with quiet beauty even as it wilts under the frost of … Continue reading Tending Life’s Garden: A Reflection on Christina Rossetti’s Warning
Through Hell and High Water: A Wanderer’s Musings on Dante’s Inferno
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
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