Ben the Bluffer Bard

“If an artist may say nothing except what he has invented by his own sole efforts, it stands to reason he will be poor in ideas. If he could take what he wants wherever he could find it, as Euripides and Dante and Michelangelo and Shakespeare and Bach were free, his larder would always be full, and his cookery might be worth tasting." — R G Collingwood

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Thursday, October 30, 2025

Funny Day Today (after Wordsworth)

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A funny day — though calm and still, The morning light on windowpane Fell just the same; the kettle’s trill Rose, silver-sweet, as if no...
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Tuesday, October 28, 2025

The Good Day Parade

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Today was a good day, a good day indeed, A day full of joy and of things that succeed! I woke with a bounce and a bright, sunny grin, The ki...
Saturday, October 25, 2025

Musings When the Clocks Go Back

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The clocks retreat; the evening draws its breath, And peace descends where once the daylight strained. My nails, once frail, now whisper ...
Saturday, October 18, 2025

The Night of Shadows and Reckoning - EAP

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  The Night of Shadows and Reckoning (in the style of Edgar Allan Poe) Wow — what a night! The phantoms tore and screamed, Their whispers...

The Night of Reckoning

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Wow, what a night — the terrors bit and burned, Dark demons chased me through my weary dreams. For forty years the wheel of trade has tur...
Wednesday, October 15, 2025

Ripples in the Pond

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Started on Monday, bright and keen, Wrestling numbers, a puzzle unseen. Redemption reports, figures to mend — Then the phone rang, and t...
Saturday, October 11, 2025

The Silent Gift

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Sound not thy praise before the crowd of men, Lest hollow echoes mock thy fleeting worth; For deeds that seek the eyes of earth are vain, An...
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