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March 22, 2020


What a marvelous poem! Guess I gotta go read some more Walcott.


I'm glad you are holding Italy in its less mutable form in our mind so we can stand with them across the leagues, Beth. And you have found the perfect way to do it.


Perfect post, Beth, with perfect accompaniment of your watercolour and that poem.

Italy is much on my mind at present, especially since I have family there, as you know. Some in Rome,some in Novara (near Milan). I spoke to them via Zoom a couple of days ago and they all okay but life under those restrictions is difficult, to say the least.

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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.