Fa – the Green Dragon

A Place for the Odd Musings of an Expat Bristolian

An imaginery conversation with Robert Graves

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G: Of course, you’ve heard the old saying. “The worst are those, who having learned the alphabet, believe that they have come into real knowledge.”
M: Ha that’s funny.
G: but it’s also true and sad as well. People don’t read well nowadays.
M: Well it’s people like you make it difficult.
G: Why do you say that?
M: I have read your book, The White Goddess, six times and I still don’t understand it completely.
G: Well I told you so in the first few pages. I said this will be a difficult book to read.
Mind you. Oh excuse me. May I pour you some more Merlot?
salud. Now where were we? A grammatical history of poetic myth not easy to read and not easy to write either. But if you have a good grounding with the material that’s gone before, You’ll do well.
M: I must say this merlot is better than that other rot-gut stuff they sell here in Mallorca.
G: Here are some titles to read which will help you with the Goddess. James Frazer wrote a good one. The Golden Bough. You should like it. It’s all about magic. Well, among other things. And then my friend, if you can lay your hands on a translation of the Mabinogion by Lady Charlotte Guest, you’ll be well on your way. Oh and if you can manage it, read Plato’s Republic and for good measure some of Socrates’ stuff.
There were a few moments f silence. I had been listening, trying to remember what I was hearing.
G: Of course, you realize that I am really a poet. Prose is what I do to buy expensive wine from France.
G: You understand? Poets are born not made. But still, only good poetry makes good poems. Don’t stop reading good stuff. Among the one hundred and thirty odd books that I have either written of translated, even if I say so myself, you’ll find a gem which will light your fire. My favorite though is Goodbye to All That.
G; Shall we go for a stroll in the garden before dinner?


Author: Cethru Cellophane

I have reached the regrettable realization that I may have squandered my life. I did a quick count recently and figured that I have visited about 66 countries, and lived for more than 3 years in 3 of them. During this time I completed 14 corporate moves (relocations) and have changed my address more than 23 times. I should have settled on a profession that would have kept me in one place with no packing and unpacking. When I think of the time I have spent bundling my life into and out of boxes. Ah well, it's all water under the bridge. But I am grateful for the experience. At the end of the day I will be able to say with a certain authority, "been there, done that". A note about this site’s Header Image The Header image for this site is of the Smith Avenue High Bridge. The bridge was built in 1889 and carries Minnesota State Highway 149 across its span of 2770 feet, 160 feet above the mighty Mississippi River. The picture was taken from the river looking to the north-east and downtown Saint Paul. The bridge is about 1040 miles from New Orleans. One of the reasons I like this view is that I come from a city which has a spectacular bridge. It’s the Clifton Suspension Bridge http://www.ikbrunel.org.uk/clifton-suspension-bridge which spans the Avon Gorge and the River Avon in Bristol, U.K. It’s about 1350 feet long and stands 245 feet above the river below. Sadly it has claimed the lives of more than 400 people who have committed suicide by jumping from the bridge. As a side note, not all attempts were successful. two small girls thrown off the bridge by their deranged father survived the fall when they were fished from the river by the crew of a passing pilot boat. The bridge was opened in 1864 and was designed by the 24 year old architect, Isambard Kingdom brunel. It took 35 years to complete.

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