The Leaders We Deserve, Part I: From Under the Rubble, Episode 23
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Author: FF
A Canticle for Leibowitz Part 1: Boethius Book Club, Episode 11
A lively discussion of Walter Miller’s science fiction masterpiece, a future history in which mankind repeats the Dark Ages only to make the same mistakes again. Recorded: March 22, 2018 Original Air Date: May 2018 Show Run Time: 42 minutes Show Host(s): Dr. Thomas Fleming The Fleming Foundation · Boethius Book Club, Episode 11: A Canticle for Leibowitz, Part 1 Boethius Book Club℗ is a Production of the Fleming Foundation. Copyright 2018. All Rights are Reserved.
A Canticle for Leibowitz Part 2: Boethius Book Club, Episode 12
A lively discussion of Walter Miller’s science fiction masterpiece, a future history in which mankind repeats the Dark Ages only to make the same mistakes again. Recorded: March 22, 2018 Original Air Date: May 2018 Show Run Time: 42 minutes Show Host(s): Dr. Thomas Fleming The Fleming Foundation · Boethius Book Club, Episode 12: A Canticle for Leibowitz, Part 2 Boethius Book Club℗ is a Production of the Fleming Foundation. Copyright 2018. All Rights are Reserved.
Poems of the Week, April 22…:Two Cheerer-Uppers by Sarah Teasdale
There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Taxes: A Flight of Fancy by George Bagby
Taxes are an infamously good way to discourage whatever they tax. For this reason and others, the income tax and the property tax are especially bad ideas, for they discourage both work and ownership, along with mandating that all forms of work and property produce a minimal amount of cash.
A Satire on Eloquence
Once there was a little boy whose name was Robert Reese;
And every Friday afternoon he had to speak a piece.
So many poems thus he learned, that soon he had a store
Of recitations in his head and still kept learning more.
Three Poems on the Seasons
Svmer is icumen in
Lhude sing cuccu
Groweþ sed
and bloweþ med
and springþ þe wde nu
Sing cuccu
The Ballad of Jesse James
Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man,
He robbed the Danville train,
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor,
He’d a hand and a heart and a brain.
A Poem on One of Life’s Minor Pleasures–Wealth
As I sat at the café, I said to myself,
They may talk as they please about what they call pelf,
They may sneer as they like about eating and drinking,
But help it I cannot, I cannot help thinking
How pleasant it is to have money, heigh ho!
Frost on Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the yea
