today called for William Blake. and most evidently mr. roger mcgough too.


a strange day, after the EARTHQUAKE and all that.

people drove tentatively or crazily.

some mentioned it or not at all.

nervous laughter abounded.

it wasn’t the Big One.

which means that’s still around the corner – in a decade – or more.

or less.

in the meantime, poems (scroll down for those).


and some photographs we took because our (only) response to fear is to look more closely (within).


that was Rather Deep.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA well. darlings.

an earthquake will do that to you. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

even if it wasn’t a massive one.

before we digress (yup, a Distraction Ahoy!) here’s a Moment of William Blake’s Auguries of Innocence:

Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light……………

and the last few stanzas go to Mr. Roger McGough.

The Time I Like Best

The time I like best is 6am
when the snow is 6 inches deep
which I’m yet to discover
’cause I’m under the covers
fast, fast asleep.

Roger McGough


Goodbat Nightman

God bless all policemen
and fighters of crime,
May thieves go to jail
for a very long time.

They’ve had a hard day
helping clean up the town,
Now they hang from the mantelpiece
both upside down.

A glass of warm blood
and then straight up the stairs,
Batman and Robin
are saying their prayers.

* * *

They’ve locked all the doors
and they’ve put out the bat,
Put on their batjamas
(They like doing that)

They’ve filled their batwater-bottles
made their batbeds,
With two springy battresses
for sleepy batheads.

They’re closing red eyes
and they’re counting black sheep,
Batman and Robin
are falling asleep.

Roger McGough

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAspotted this on a notice board very near the post office boxes (yes, an earthquake does Not stop us sending out hand-written cards and dividing them neatly between different postal receptacles) in Topanga Canyon.

Canyons are always soothing after strangeness.

just so you know.

7 thoughts on “today called for William Blake. and most evidently mr. roger mcgough too.

  1. I was on your side of the city all day and into the night, but I think people were really elsewhere, “counting black sheep” very likely. I’m going to drop something in your virtual post box ;-).

  2. Thank you, as always, for bringing calm and peace to a turbulent day. While there were no natural disasters in this corner of the world, I learned that two of my friends, both brilliant and deserving academics, were turned down from their respective dream jobs. All the more difficult because they were both on the shortlist, one of them a finalist to boot. Then, the news of L’Wren Scott’s passing. I remember a piece on her in the New York Times maybe a year or two ago, and being impressed by her sheer dedication to her metier.

    Sometimes those who look to others like they’ve really got everything figured out and together are the most fragile and vulnerable souls, seeking solace and respite from the tiring grind of the everyday. Sometimes a simple “it’s going to be OK” from a compassionate soul will do. Today reminded me of that quote: “Be kind, as everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”

    1. and thank you dear for your kind response to the post.

      we also stopped with sadness at the new about Ms Scott. especially when (oh the shame of it) we read the article on the daily mail and found out the trouble she was in… very, very sad.

      and so very, very possible for any of us.

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