As the person responsible for overseeing who was released from the Port Naain Insane Asylum, Maljie came across many interesting individuals. Some of them, quite frankly, deserved to be in the asylum. This was a little unfortunate as they were the members of the supervising committee she was supposed to report to. The patients normally … More Queen of all she surveys
There are various stories which try and explain why Maljie left the lucrative world of usury. Some claim that she had attracted the envy of lesser minds who had combined to bring her down. Some stories claim that she made a fortune and retired to enjoy it. Yet other tales claim that she was tempted … More A modest eccentricity.
I confess that I hold all skilled trades and crafts in high regard. I care not if a man is a farrier, a white smith or a poet, if he is an exemplar of his chosen art, then in my eyes he is the equal of any. Even the clerk who can write down his … More Another nicely squared block of stone in the wall
One of the advantages of being a poet is that I am excused philosophy. Admittedly I have been challenged on this topic by a number of philosophers over the years. My response has always been to demand from them a score of decent rhymes for silver as a price for continuing the discussion. (Note that … More The pitfalls of Ontological Nihilism
It has to be said that Milda Whorl has been described to me, with feeling, as ‘a determined young lady.’ She certainly was decisive, knew what she wanted, and made determined efforts to acquire it. Thus, for example, her name was mentioned in hushed tones amongst those who work in the superior clothing emporia of … More What she wants
I wish to stress that I am in no way hostile to musicians. Yes I might regard some of them as louche wastrels, a collection of over-remunerated incompetents with the moral compass of a pimp’s bully, but this is merely an observation based on bitter experience; it is not a sign of hostility. Still fate … More And the band played on