I am sick, so I’m spending the day listening to the rain, dozing, and reading ghost stories. These lines from one of my favorite Auden poems capture my mood. How appropriate for the weekend before Halloween?
Hope you’re well.
I am sick, so I’m spending the day listening to the rain, dozing, and reading ghost stories. These lines from one of my favorite Auden poems capture my mood. How appropriate for the weekend before Halloween?
Hope you’re well.
That spooky feeling you got when HG Wells’s time traveler disembarks into the silent garden of the Sphinx at twilight? This is a whole book of that. It’s also an antiquarian mystery, an essay on the implications of deep time, a theological fantasia, and a sublimated love story.
Set aside a winter evening. Brew some tea. Banish the outside world, and read this in a single sitting.
Also, be sure to read this one rather than his later rewrite “The City and the Stars.” Deep-future always works better as poetry, and you can’t clutter up poetry with too many details, as the later version does.