Cycling

REVIEW: The Campagnolo Cavatappi (the BIG Corkscrew)

People may ask which of Tullio Campagnolo’s inventions are the most important; the quick release allowing gears to be changed more easily in the pre-derailleur days, or the Gran Sport (and later Record & Super Record) rear derailleurs. One may even debate who has had a bigger impact on cycling, Campagnolo or Shimano … and […]

Word Play

Christmas morning …

ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST’S NATIVITY I This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven’s eternal King, Of wedded maid and Virgin Mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing,    That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with […]

Word Play

Poetry Friday

SPRING Wind in almond blossoms. Ants on limestone mountains. Cézanne’s bones in red earth. Countless vines on red earth. Black wine on oak tables. They drink love or hate as The old plane trees blossom. They drink coffee or pastis Under the blowing young leaves. Under feathery pines, On red and gray hillsides, Hidden from […]

Word Play

Poetry Friday

NOW WINTER NIGHTS ENLARGE Now winter nights enlarge          This number of their hours; And clouds their storms discharge          Upon the airy towers. Let now the chimneys blaze          And cups o’erflow with wine, Let well-tuned words amaze          With harmony divine. Now yellow waxen lights          Shall wait on honey love While youthful […]

Life Word Play

Writer’s Block

I really have to find some things to write about, because this blog is getting stale … and I certainly can’t only post poetry on Fridays. A quick summary of Facebook status updates which give an idea of some of the things running through my head right now. Thinking about starting a 365 day photo […]

Music

Video Poetry (Bleeding Edition)

NEW PORNOGRAPHERS – BLEEDING HEART SHOW I leapt across three or four beds into your arms Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape. It’s taken magic to a primitive new place Watch ’em run, although it’s the minimum, heroic We hunched together in one […]