Monday Music, for famous Seamus

Now, to pry into roots, to finger slime, To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring Is beneath all adult dignity. I rhyme To see myself, to set the darkness echoing. I don’t prattle on about Seamus Heaney nearly enough on this blog. I love Seamus Heaney. You know how much I love Seamus Heaney? IContinue reading “Monday Music, for famous Seamus”

No, Mary Daly was not awesome, you guys

You know who she kind of reminded me of, half the time? You might not think I get it, but I do. Tearing down the icons of the past is the easiest thing in the world, especially when they’re no longer here to defend themselves. But it’s like what Monica Roberts said over at whereContinue reading “No, Mary Daly was not awesome, you guys”