Category Archives: Blondin
The happiest oldhave nothing and don’t mind.The happiest youngare old before their time.Few these. The others are behind their years,suffer thirteen-year-olds’ fearsinto their twenties,and in their fortieshave appetitefor sins of twenty. But not the bite. .
To Holland House came Elizabeth Vassall, with wealth from her family’s plantations, She had five children by Sir Geoffrey Websterand, at twenty three, created quite a stirwhen she left him for the third Baron Hollandand his more exalted social station.She … Continue reading
The Juggler throwshis batons at the sun.The sky throws them back againlike rain,each and every one. Surely by now he knowswhat it is he’s gaining? Come Mr. Juggler,look at it from your point of view,just how long has it been … Continue reading
But really you see there weren’t any great at all.Those may not have stumbled,heads high, walked tall,filling the silence where others mumbled.But words failskulls fall. And before?Before, they could taste, smell,see, tell,bore.No different from you and me.This is the way … Continue reading
The fisherman sees the fishbut not its painuntil as fishhe swims this way again. The rich see not the poorthey have inventedand, not contented,strive ceaselessly for more. Abraham’s descendants fight for their promised land,and while they swarm and fight like … Continue reading
The pulling string,which is Time’s tether,bringsand bindsall thingstogetherin the contoured galleries of our minds. Piaf has been deadthese thirty years or moreand yet her voice is bought and sold in any CD store. Yesterday and tomorrow,mingled joy and sorrow,are raw … Continue reading