Tennyson
“Still strove to speak: my voice was thick with sighs as in a dream. Dimly I could descry the stern black bearded kings with wolfish eyes, waiting to see me die.”From “The Lady of Shallot by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Upon…
The Aethereal Cat: The Curious Meanderings of a SouthernGothic Gentleman
Come, let us stroll with the cat.
The Aethereal Cat: The Curious Meanderings of a SouthernGothic Gentleman
Come, let us stroll with the cat.
Category Curious Meanderings
The Green Bottle
Items, objects that we use everyday become artifacts after their purpose has been fulfilled. The things may have some great importance in our lives or a temporary one like a bottle which is cast off after its importance is expired.These…
Aye! It Be A Linstock!
Aye Matey! It be a linstock! One might ask, “but what is a linstock?”. If you are familiar with some popular pirate films, you will have seen one in the hand of a pirate captain about to fire a cannon…
SouthernGothic and the Senora climb the St. Augustine Light
We are here on the lower gallery of the Saint Augustine light. It is mid morning and though the sun brings some warmth, the wind cuts through us in chilled bursts.Despite the wind, the weather is clear and visibility only…
Visualizing the Gothic
You see before you a painting exhibited by Henry Fuseli at the Royal Academy in 1783. Stylistically it is typical, to some extent, of what you would expect of the late 18th century.The subject makes it unique. Convention dictated known…
Corn Sticks and the Secret of the Grandmother
Many may know of the Grandmother that carries her “secret” recipe to the grave leaving the surviving family yearning for that dish which recalls home and family.My Grandmother was no different.In the rural environs of North Florida resided my Grandmother’s…
What is up there?
My Grandfather died in 1959, and as I wasn’t born until 1967, I never knew him.I knew his legacy, and I grew up surrounded by many of his friends who acted in the grandfather role for me.One of his best…
MMXXI ANNO DOMINI
Upon this lugubrious cessation of the year, the Cat prepares to enter the new temporal catalog with a salutation to the departed: “Orphan Hours, the Year is dead,Come and sigh, come and weep!Merry Hours, smile instead,For the Year is but…
Come, let us take a stroll with the cat.
“The crowd is his domain, just as the air is the avian’s, and the water of the piscean. His fervour and his profession is to meld with the crowd. For the consummate idler, for the impassioned observer it becomes an…