The Writing Wolf

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MphBfoSUWrM] Amergin, Bard of the Milesians, lays claim to the Land of Ireland I am a stag: of seven tines, I am a flood: across a plain, I am a wind: on a deep lake, I am a tear: the Sun lets fall, I am a hawk: above the cliff, I am a thorn: beneath the nail, I am a wonder: among flowers, I am a wizard: who but I Sets the cool head aflame with smoke? I am a spear: that roars for blood, I am a salmon: in a pool, I am a lure: from paradise, I am a hill: where poets walk, I am a boar: ruthless and red, I am a breaker: threatening doom, I am a tide: that drags to death, I am an infant: who but I Peeps from the unhewn dolmen, arch? I am the womb: of every holt, I am the blaze: on every hill, I am the queen: of every hive, I am the shield: for every head, I am the tomb: of every hope. Song of Amergin translated by Robert Graves , from  The White Goddess , Faber and Faber Limited, 24 Russell Square London WC1. It appears here under the principle of Fai

[caption id="" align="alignleft" width="192" caption="Benedict Cumberbatch, a 21st Century Sherlock"] [/caption] We all know Mr Darcy of Pride and Prejudice has a mysterious attraction for women. It has been pondered on for years and by many! But is the same thing true of Sherlock Holmes ? Certainly for me it is! For some reason this hero of detective fiction fascinates me! And I don’t think it is only for the quality of his mind, although that is certainly part of the magic. Sherlock Holmes certainly seems to represent some archetype as a Victorian gentlemen detective. This brilliant, London based, “consulting” detective has an odd charisma all his own. He seems to mesmerise both men and women and people have great difficulty recognising that he is, in truth, a creature of fiction. Many visitors seek out his home and I gather letters are still sent to his London address asking for help in solving difficult crimes. But for all his popularity, he

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[caption id="" align="alignleft" width="144" caption="Silk Threads"] [/caption]   Look within yourself and see the silence of eternity. There is nothing else! We are each one of us alone; And all that binds us in the end is love, Or compassion - call it what you will! I will find my loneliness in you And be no longer lonely. Let it be! My inner silence, My eternity. A bridge to you and all the others, Only through this gentle web, Spun of the finest silk And from my heart!