Stories

Random quote of the day:

 

“All my life has been an interest in stories, forever and ever and ever.”

—Annie Proulx, interview, Glimmer Train, Issue #5, Summer 1992

 

 

 

Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

Stories

Random quote of the day:

 

“All my life has been an interest in stories, forever and ever and ever.”

—Annie Proulx, interview, Glimmer Train, Issue #5, Summer 1992

 

 

 

Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

Signs I thought I saw

Primal Blond*

I guess this is a story about a Nordic caveman.

 

*Bond.
(Which is another novel altogether.)

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

Signs I thought I saw

Primal Blond*

I guess this is a story about a Nordic caveman.

 

*Bond.
(Which is another novel altogether.)

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

A thoroughly modern poem from 1888

Thanks to Lady Lavona’s Cabinet of Curiosities for sharing it on her blog.

 

Sisters of the Cross of Shame
by Dana Burnet (1888)

The Sisters of the Cross of Shame,
They smile along the night;
Their houses stand with shuttered souls
And painted eyes of light.

Their houses look with scarlet eyes
Upon a world of sin;
And every man cries, “Woe, alas!”
And every man goes in.

The sober Senate meets at noon,
To pass the Woman’s Law,
The portly Churchmen vote to stem
The torrent with a straw.

The Sister of the Cross of Shame,
She smiles beneath her cloud—
(She does not laugh till ten o’clock,
And then she laughs too loud.)

And still she hears the throb of feet
Upon the scarlet stair,
And still she dons the cloak of shame
That is not hers to wear.

The sons of saintly women come
To kiss the Cross of Shame;
Before them, in another time,
Their worthy fathers came.…

And no man tells his son the truth,
Lest he should speak of sin;
And every man cries, “Woe, alas!”
And every man goes in.

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.