The Dragon breathes.

That volcano in his head

That word explosion

Eureka

The scent of roses

Manna from heaven

His wounds now soothed

He was to have a clear passage

He had a purpose in life

That vision said –

You are a writer

There are stories to be told

Poetry to unfold

Choose your subject matter carefully

Plot and plan

Take notes

Ask questions, not just of yourself but of others

Research

Close the door on your comfort zone.

Challenge yourself time and time again.

From open wounds words blossom.

(c) Chris Black 2017.

C.S. Lewis, Yeats and an Intermediary

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Among Irish writers who left large imprints on literature, there were a peculiar pair who failed to impress one another when twice their paths crossed. William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) and C.S. Lewis (1898-1963) met in Oxford, and both found their encounters less than inspiring.

Obviously, when the two of them met, Yeats was an internationally renowned pillar of poetry, and Lewis was a young man with a trifling reputation. Oddly enough, they were introduced by an American poet.

[Editorial Note: This is a longer post than most, but it is a fascinating subject that demands more comprehensive discussion.]

William Force Stead (1884-1967) had served in the United States Consular Service. Upon being posted to the United Kingdom, he studied at Queen’s College in Oxford, and was ordained a priest in the Church of England.

His religious life must have been curious, since he apparently explored some of the spiritualism common…

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