The First Ever Post

Dear (computer-owning) World,

My intentions for this blog are as follows:

• Some delightful, entertaining, and (hopefully) insightful commentary on the World At Large.

• Accompanied by (and inclusive of) observations regarding that dense, glittery, fairy-forest of popular culture haunted by the rapacious ghosts of two centuries of Literature...

Hopefully I won't make too many spelling errors in the process. In the mean time, for lack of any divine inspiration right this very second, have a poem:




The Song of Wandering Aengus
William Butler Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.


And just for fun, a link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DOijf_92ZFs