by Robin Bloor | Jun 27, 2022 | Readings, The Lost Herald
Geese Ascending From A Lake Far in the northwest stands a house,High is its tower in the clouds.Embroidered curtains are at the windows.The tower rises in three steps,and from the tower floats a song… A sad songwith a sad lute playing beside it.Who can the singer...
by Robin Bloor | May 20, 2022 | Readings, The Lost Herald
A Tree Through All Seasons There is a Season To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die;A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;A time to kill, and a time to heal;A time...
by Robin Bloor | Apr 18, 2022 | Readings, The Lost Herald
‘Deserve death with all your appetites, your selfishness, and all the capital sins!” A Season in Hell A while back, if I remember right,my life was one long partywhere all hearts were open wide,where all wines kept flowing. One night, I sat Beauty down on...
by Robin Bloor | Mar 22, 2022 | Readings, The Lost Herald
A Witness of the King… Who does not know Turner’s picture of the Golden Bough? The scene, suffused with the golden glow of imagination in which the divine mind of Turner steeped and transfigured even the fairest natural landscape, is a dream-like vision of the...
by Robin Bloor | Feb 18, 2022 | Readings, The Lost Herald
The donkey’s ears are difficult to conceal The god Pan was once so foolish as to compare his music with the divine music of Apollo. He even went so far as to challenge Apollo to a trial of music. Apollo accepted at once. So Tmolus, the mountain-god agreed to...
by Robin Bloor | Jan 3, 2022 | Readings, The Lost Herald
A Grand Lama had passed his whole life in idleness. Although he was surrounded by men of learning, had had excellent tutors in his youth, and had inherited an excellent library from his predecessors, he scarcely knew how to read. One day, this lama died. Now, in those...