I was watching Watership Down, the animated film last week in mourning for my two bunnies – Moonbun, whom I had to give up after fostering for a semester, and Muffin, who passed away in Australia. It’s a beautiful, brave, witty, wise and sweet film – the kind of children’s film that is pretty rare
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Well, if you just look at this girl, you would quite easily come to the conclusion that she is liberal. I mean, come on. I wear flowers in my hair. I steal unnamed flowers from old churchyards and leave them at the feet of sleeping homeless people. I’m a writer and an artist and well,
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My bunny in Australia died on Sunday. My mum had prepared a feast for me thinking to celebrate my graduation. But instead, in addition to rejoicing we were mourning. There are many things to mourn for me these days – I have lost my status as a Harvard student, I lost my illegal bunny in
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My dear Wigglesworm, It’s been sweltering down here in the Lower Regions – you would think you were in the high summer of Boston, but no, it’s just hell. Anyhow, outbreaks of gonorrhea and florescent mosquitoes aside, things plod along as usual. But enough about the weather. I note with some consternation that your charge
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and pausing there she looked out to meet the stroke of the Lighthouse, the long steady stroke, the last of the three, which was her stroke, for watching them in this mood always at this hour one could not help attaching oneself to one thin especially of the things one saw; and this thing, the
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I think I revisit this particular poem periodically, but it struck me differently this time, this time because while I agree with Larkin, I also profoundly disagree with him; and history disagrees with him as well, on the matter that church buildings are going into disuse. They are not. Church Going by Philip Larkin
“Do not remember the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing, now it shall spring forth; shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” Isaiah 43:18-19 “Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but
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