Ghulf Genes

The subject arose—these things happen seemingly by chance, like seeing a cardinal appear on a snow-covered branch in January—why it was tha...

Brigitte shared an article the other day indicating that failing gait in the aging is now thought by some to be an early omen of the approac...

I mentioned a memoir of the Great War (later renamed World War I) by David Jones: In Parenthesis. That appeared quite late, in 1937. Robert...

Did She who made ameba squirt you, oh Milky Way, from an overfull breast? [Tiara in In Search of Anna Magna ] On this the first day of June ...

Herewith some further notes on yesterday’s perhaps too-dense riff on Graves. Staring at the darkness before sleep rescued me last night, I w...

One of the strangest poets who lived while I was young was Robert Graves, known to some for the movies made of his Claudius novels, to some...

In The White Goddess Robert Graves claims that poets have the power to know the future and also the power to recover the past, and in his p...

The appointment of a poet laureate happens every year. Every year I have the same reaction. If there is such a thing as a poetical party, I ...

One of the strangest books I’ve ever read—perhaps the strangest published in the twentieth century—is The White Goddess by Robert Graves. H...