As he cannot sweat
the pig lies down in the mud
to escape the heat
Haiku. One word Friday
Silently spreading
involuntary rictus
oscitant disease
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Colleen’s weekly Tanka challenge #21 The wreckers Prayer
Slowly, from the fog
a sailing ship approaches,
land ho is the cry.
Light my lamp to change their course
and put them into danger
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A Short Analysis of Aristophanes’ Assemblywomen
Oh for a trip to Maplins to purchase a time-hopping drone for a video record of Aristophanes plays and return with a, “Teach Yourself Ancient Greek as we used it,” book of course.
An introduction to a classic play
It has to win the prize for ‘classical play known under the most different titles’. Although not his most famous play, Assemblywomen is one of Aristophanes’ most interesting. It’s been translated as Congresswomen, Women in Parliament, Women in Power, Women Holding an Assembly, A Parliament of Women, and, of course, its most familiar title, Assemblywomen.
Written in 391 BC, it’s a wonderfully fun play, a comic fantasy about women being in charge of government and men reduced to feeble, pitiable creatures in drag. This makes it a great play to analyse and discuss. It even contains the longest word in all of literature: Lopadotemachoselachogaleokranioleipsanodrimhypotrimmatosilphioparaomelitokatakechymenokichlepikossyphophattoperisteralektryonoptekephalliokigklopeleiolagoiosiraiobaphetraganopterygon. It is the name for a fictional food dish containing meat, fish, and wine, and is 183 letters long – enough for six antidisestablishmentarianisms.
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Ronovan writes #136
Flesh a solemn grey,
bright, hopeful eyes, now fading
bloodstains in the field
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The Steel Watchman
I see it, as shiny as the day i left it, in my youthful impetuous anger all those years ago, when I was so dis-satisfied and foolish but hopeful.
Just past the crooked tree, near a shallow slough,
A forgotten plow sits – still with clevis and pin.
Parked there by the farmer, away from the summer’s sun
Abandoned – then forgotten, with rusted piles of steel and tin.This stoic farmhand, wedded to the soil,
On a prairie grass field, while the summer wind blows.
The steering wheel, corroded and cracked remains fixed on a course
Just beyond field and furrows, a handy perch for the crows.©2017 Clarence Holm
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Ronovan writes #135, second attempt
look upon the face
see here the light of the world
whose message is love
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Ronovan writes #135
the language of love,
although no words are spoken
will lighten your heart
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A Short Analysis of Philip Larkin’s ‘High Windows’
An illustration of why we revere his lines and metaphorically bow our heads before the Master
A reading of Larkin’s classic poem
‘High Windows’, the title poem of Philip Larkin’s fourth and final major poetry collection, is one of his most famous. The poem examines the new permissive society that flowered during the 1960s. Before proceeding to our analysis of ‘High Windows’, you can remind yourself of this poem (or discover it for the first time – a real treat) here.
Completed in February 1967, ‘High Windows’ was one of several poems which Larkin wrote around this time – during the so-called Summer of Love – which analyse the poet’s own middle-aged attitudes to the younger generation and the changing attitudes to sex. ‘Annus Mirabilis’ was written just a few months later, and ‘Sad Steps’, completed the following April, might also be partnered with ‘High Windows’ in this regard.
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Ronovan writes #134
She suffers the blows
that seem to please her husband
Silence shouts loudly
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When the pen takes control. 