Saturday, February 04, 2017

Saturday Poetry - The Sweet Hussy, Thomas Hardy

In his early days he was quite surprised
 When she told him she was compromised
 By meetings and lingerings at his whim,
 And thinking not of herself but him;
 While she lifted orbs aggrieved and round
 That scandal should so soon abound,
 (As she had raised them to nine or ten
 Of antecedent nice young men):
 And in remorse he thought with a sigh,
 How good she is, and how bad am I! -
 It was years before he understood
 That she was the wicked one - he the good.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Saturday Poetry - The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
 To where it bent in the undergrowth;
 Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
 Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
 And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
 Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

 I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
 I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Saturday, July 09, 2011

Saturday Poetry - On A Vulgar Error, C.S. Lewis

C. S. Lewis

On A Vulgar Error

No. It's an impudent falsehood. Men did not
Invariably think the newer way Prosaic
mad, inelegant, or what not.

Was the first pointed arch esteemed a blot
Upon the church? Did anybody say How
modern and how ugly? They did not.

Plate-armour, or windows glazed, or verse fire-hot
With rhymes from France, or spices from Cathay,
Were these at first a horror? They were not.

If, then, our present arts, laws, houses, food
All set us hankering after yesterday,
Need this be only an archaising mood?

Why, any man whose purse has been let blood
By sharpers, when he finds all drained away
Must compare how he stands with how he stood.

If a quack doctor's breezy ineptitude
Has cost me a leg, must I forget straightway
All that I can't do now, all that I could?

So, when our guides unanimously decry
The backward glance, I think we can guess why.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Miss World 2010

The 60th Miss World pageant was held on October 30, 2010, in Sanya, People's Republic of China, after Vietnam backed out of the hosting contract. Kaiane Aldorino of Gibraltar crowned her successor Alexandria Mills from United States as Miss World 2010.


Saturday, June 25, 2011

A New Pageant. . .

A new pageant. . .

I got nothin'.

Saturday Poetry - Untitled Poem, Nathaniel Whitly

Nathaniel Whitely

Created on: February 10, 2008

Archer, Archer!
Take Aim!
Nock your shaft,
bend your bow.

Become the arrow,
and with its loose,
let the string cut straight through you.

With this shot, you die.
With the next, you are reborn.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Miss California 2011

Alyssa Campanella, from Hillsborough, CA, is Miss California 2011. She's 21 and a LA native. She looks pretty good in a bikini, too.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Miss USA

and Miss California takes it!