
A Perennial Problem in the Art World


“She carried a cup to him, with kindness greeted him,
With gold-wire winding and words that were winsome”
So let's name this, shall we? I propose that we either drop the p, or treat the p as silent. That way we can readily refer to Resident Biden, or say something like "today the resident announced ...
“With the smoke of the slain and the songs of death mingling,
The fire was fierce, the fallen consumed,
Brains boiling over, blood gushing from wounds,
The bodies were bursting, the burning greedily ate
And gone were their great ones, their glory vanished”
I love how God tells jokes for century after century, evenwhen nobody is paying attention . . . Letter to the Editor: I just noticed that the word 'Canon' looks a lot like 'Qanon'. ...
“Hildeburh wailed for Hnaef, and her son as well,
Bidding his body be brought alongside,
That his bones might burn, and his body ascend,
Alongside his uncle, to the unfeeling sky”
Introduction: There is little doubt in my mind that America is currently being chastised by the Lord, and He must have sent a great angel of frenzy upon us to do it. One of the evidences of such chastisement ...
“His courage in combat never cowered or quailed;
He was daring and doughty when dead bodies fell”

“Gigantic fingers grim, those gray-clawed spikes,
Like burnished steel, bent spikes, short spears for infighting”