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Tylwyth Teg (The Fair Folk)

Ancient British legend speaks of the Tylwyth Teg, a race of remarkable folk who were of stature greater than the common man, and who far excelled other men in strength and wisdom. However, they did not use their superiority to oppress men, but moved in their own circles with grace, and were seldom seen by men.

Long ago the isles waited for you
Seeking earnestly the first white sail
Bearing your folk from afar.
Over the waves you passed in twelve ships
Leaving your home in the West.
Tall you were, and fair, and proud;
Graceful, fearsome, yet laden with sorrow;
Aloof you were from the affairs of men
Petty and crude were their struggles around you
In this land which you roamed, but this world was not yours.
Were you enchanted, or human at all?
Elusive and feared, we knew you not as we should.
Suddenly you were gone, disappeared in a moment
From the shores of blessed Ynys Prydein;
No trace of your palaces or woodland homes vanished.
Some men whispered you returned to the West
To search for your former home.
A life for a life: we remain here alone.
The land is now ours, and we fill it anew;
Hate, and tears, and worries, and blood.
And you are the remembrance in child's tales
And the haunting of woods and of hills.

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E l s e w h e r e

Scientists find bugs that eat waste and excrete petrol (link added 06.16.08)
Crude oil is being created from genetically modified bug excretions.
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Pringles can designer buried in his work (link added 06.03.08)
Designer of the Pringles can was cremated and his remains kept in a Pringles can.
Read it

P o e t r y

Contented Wi' Little, And Cantie Wi' Mair - Robert Burns
Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair,
Whene'er I forgather wi' Sorrow and Care,
I gie them a skelp, as they're creepin alang,
Wi' a cog o' guid swats and an auld Scottish sang.

I whyles claw the elbow o' troublesome Thought;
But Man is a soger, and Life is a faught.
My mirth and guid humour are coin in my pouch,
And my Freedom's my lairdship nae monarch daur touch.

A towmond o' trouble, should that be my fa',
A night o' guid fellowship sowthers it a':
When at the blythe end o' our journey at last,
Wha the Deil ever thinks o' the road he has past?

Blind Chance, let her snapper and stoyte on her way,
Be't to me, be't frae me, e'en let the jade gae!
Come Ease or come Travail, come Pleasure or Pain,
My warst word is:- ' Welcome, and welcome again!'

S t o r y

Attack of the Silverfish
Shepherd of the Lake
Of An Evening In The Library
Character Study, Incomplete
Remembered
Excerpt From Story, In Which Are Aeoffyn And A Centaur
Pendragon
Tylwyth Teg: The Fair Folk
Sonnets to the Muse
Cordelia
The Hopeless Poet
Encircling
The Judgment of Night
A Sabbath Prayer
Elegy of the Sun To His Love

R e a d i n g / R e a d

The Man Who Was Thursday: G.K. Chesterton
Baudolino: Umberto Eco