D. J. Reddall
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I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Aching to Know
“‘Come here,’ they sang, ‘renowned Ulysses, honour to the Achaean name, and listen to our voices. No one ever sailed past us without staying to hear the enchanting sweetness of our song—and he who listens will go on his way not only charmed, but wiser, for we know all the ills that the gods laid upon the Argives and Trojans before Troy, and can tell you everything that is going to happen over the whole world.’" --Homer, The Odyssey, Book XII, Translated by Samuel Butler, 1900
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Of Lance & Gwen
My first thought when I wake up is always of Gwen. Before we met, I was just existing: doing the sort of thing I was told, but not really understanding or enjoying any of it. Then I met Gwen, and it was a bit like an experience I am sure you have had, on the subway or in a restaurant or waiting in line for some annoying, inescapable reason, you have eavesdropped on a conversation in a language you don’t know at all, or that you know in the most shallow, casual way. And then a word, or a phrase, or a complete sentence uttered by one of the people involved in that conversation makes complete, perfectly clear sense to you. Suddenly gibberish is poetry. It’s not that there was nothing there before. It’s just that it didn’t make any sense.
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Fiction
Martin the Wise
“You are visible to me, my lass. Can you see me? I know it’s no longer a pleasure to do so, but time is merciless.” “Yes, I am glad to see and hear you! Yesterday, grandfather, you said that the uprising was the beginning, the root of the Revolution.”
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Humor
