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A Martian Crisis

Two entries from Iii’s e-diary.

4462853.S.E.C.: A new epidemic has swept Tyrr. This highly contagious disease is manifested by the outpouring of an infectious music in an unknown language; it is beyond the control of the people singing it.[1] The music is a virus that is making people ill. 406 more words

Ray Bradbury

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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
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Photography

Day 359: So Great a Man I Have Forgotten His Faults

A-Z of England: N is for Newstead Abbey

When Byron died at the age of 36 some radicals suggested that he be buried in Westminster Abbey which suggests that they weren’t quite in tune with the poet. 1,719 more words

Day 357: In Search of Lord Byron

A-Z of the East Midlands: N is for Newstead (Part One)

You take the rough with the smooth around here. I’m sitting overlooking the cricket field at Nuncargate and contemplating Duncan Hamilton’s excellent biography of local hero Harold Larwood.   1,642 more words

One Page Poetry Circle 9/9/14—Cats and Dogs

In writing about September’s 9th’s theme, I thought about poems that give cats and dogs human attributes and qualities.

In “Mourning for Cats,” Margrit Attwood speaks of how cats look like us. 252 more words

"There is society where none intrudes"

There is pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society where none intrudes,

By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:

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Landscape