Do Not Go Gentle into That Work-shop

If you search and find a poetry workshop near you, I hope you can go into it, not gently, but with the passion of Dylan Thomas, who wrote for his blind, dying father the poem on which the title of this post is based. And if you think that’s cheesy, well, I hope you’ll forgive…

Gloucestershire Wassail–TBT

Okay, why not, a throwback Thursday for you, less than a quarter-hour from Christmas Thursday. A hundred years ago I sang in a high school chamber ensemble like this one. This isn’t one of the songs we performed, but I remember the style fondly, and our director whom we fondly called “Fred” led us in…