Down In The Salley Gardens

  A friend recently turned me on to a poem by William Butler Yeats called Down By The Salley Gardens. It was first published in 1899 in a collection called The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems. According to Wikipedia, “Oisin introduces what was to become one of his most important themes: the appeal ofContinue reading “Down In The Salley Gardens”


“In dreams begins responsibility.“  Old Play Pardon, old fathers, if you still remainSomewhere in ear-shot for the story’s end,  Old Dublin merchant “free of ten and four”Or trading out of Galway into Spain;  And country scholar, Robert Emmet’s friend,A hundred-year-old memory to the poor;  Traders or soldiers who have left me bloodThat has not passedContinue reading “Responsibilities”

The Second Coming

There’s a unique paranoia to 21st Century life. It’s perfectly reasonable to assume that when you’re in public, especially in a city, your actions are being filmed. Observed. Monitored by agents of both the government and the corporations that own it. After all, if you’ve got nothing to hide… Imagine this: You have traveled backContinue reading “The Second Coming”