Stephen Evans

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Stephen is a playwright and author of The Marriage of True Minds and A Transcendental Journey.

The Coming of Dusk

"At times I believe that my feet have been set upon a road which I shall go on following, and that slowly the centre of gravity of my being will shift over from the world of day, from the domain of organizing and regulating universal powers, into the world of Imagination. Already now I feel, as when at the age of twenty I was going to a ball in the evening, that day is a space of time without meaning, and that it is with the coming of dusk, with the lighting of the first star and the first candle, that things will become what they really are, and will come forth to meet me."

Karen Blixen (Isak Dinesen), Shadows in the Grass

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Rosy Cole
This passage is amazing for its luminosity. It is so perfectly what I sense and believe, in the way that I believe it, and to see ... Read More
Tuesday, 08 May 2018 23:14
Stephen Evans
These extraordinary passages pop up all through both Out of Africa and its successor Shadows in the Grass. The clarity and strengt... Read More
Wednesday, 09 May 2018 02:19
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Happy Birthday, Will Shakespeare

There once was a playwright named Will

Whose spelling was practically Nil.

Whether Shaksper or Shakspere

Or Shakspe or Shakespeare,

Sweet Will paid his bill with a Quill.

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Rosy Cole
I believe his name originally was spelled without the first E. Ah, the days before the iniquity that is Amazon, when you could pay... Read More
Monday, 23 April 2018 23:48
Stephen Evans
If anyone is curious about the spelling of his name: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spelling_of_Shakespeare%27s_name ... Read More
Tuesday, 24 April 2018 21:03
Rosy Cole
Thank you for this enlightening link! One of my volumes of the 'Complete Works' is hidebound and marbled with gold die-stamping.... Read More
Thursday, 26 April 2018 13:23
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Be Secret and Exult

It is National Poetry Month here in the US, so I thought I would offer one from my favorites:

To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing

By William Butler Yeats

Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honor bred, with one
Who were it proved he lies
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbors' eyes;
Bred to a harder thing
Than Triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Whereon mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known
That is most difficult.

 

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Rosy Cole
Sadly, for me, it's always a challenge to chime with the gloomy Yeats. This, though more optimistic, doesn't answer either: To a F... Read More
Sunday, 08 April 2018 21:18
Stephen Evans
I think this poem is interesting in so many ways. First, he is writing to a friend. Second, he agrees the friend's work has come t... Read More
Sunday, 08 April 2018 21:50
Rosy Cole
Steve, I'm not sure that either of us has fully understood this badly crafted poem, at least from the point of view of its perspec... Read More
Sunday, 15 April 2018 08:48
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The Architecture of Trees

The architecture of trees fascinates me.

How do the branches know how to grow?

Complexity theory?

Fibonacci Sequences?

Artificial intelligence?

A complex algorithm it must be.

In searching for its own light, the branch serves the tree.

What does the branch know of the tree?

The result seems always the same:

Spare beauty against the blue.

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Rosy Cole
Beautiful. We labour under the misconception that all knowledge passes through consciousness.
Tuesday, 20 March 2018 14:55
Ken Hartke
To marvel is to live...even at the engineering of a lowly dandelion. Marvel mar·vel /ˈmärvəl/ verb: 1. be filled with wonder or a... Read More
Tuesday, 20 March 2018 16:15
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Ken Hartke Sofia's Bakery
20 May 2018
Thanks, Rosy, -- glad you liked it.
Ken Hartke I Promise
20 May 2018
I am so looking forward to your return -- I love your writing and wish you well. From my youth I've...
Stephen Evans I Promise
20 May 2018
Sometimes when I am dealing with deep anxiety I find that work (by which I mean writing), and the f...
Rosy Cole Sofia's Bakery
20 May 2018
I just love this, Ken. As appealing to the senses as a painting. Thanks :-)

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