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Appearing on a Poetry Discussion Program

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    I'm appearing on an episode of a little online Poetry Discussion Program, Zaklog the Great’s Book Club, discussing the poem The House of Christmas by G.K. Chesterton. He has previous had such illustrious guests as John C. Wright and Tom Simon. I cannot hope to match the education and wit of those two, but hopefully my contribution to the discussion will rise to the level of entertaining or even informative.

    The discussion will be happening on Sunday at 2pm Central US time/3pm Eastern/8pm GMT on this coming Sunday, December 16th. Zaklog’s youtube channel can be found here:

    https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCD_...VhgW3qSQj4-Tbg

    The poem under discussion can be found below:



    The House of Christmas

    By: G. K. Chesterton

    There fared a mother driven forth
    Out of an inn to roam;
    In the place where she was homeless
    All men are at home.
    The crazy stable close at hand,
    With shaking timber and shifting sand,
    Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
    Than the square stones of Rome.

    For men are homesick in their homes,
    And strangers under the sun,
    And they lay on their heads in a foreign land
    Whenever the day is done.
    Here we have battle and blazing eyes,
    And chance and honour and high surprise,
    But our homes are under miraculous skies
    Where the yule tale was begun.

    A Child in a foul stable,
    Where the beasts feed and foam;
    Only where He was homeless
    Are you and I at home;
    We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
    But our hearts we lost – how long ago!
    In a place no chart nor ship can show
    Under the sky’s dome.

    This world is wild as an old wives’ tale,
    And strange the plain things are,
    The earth is enough and the air is enough
    For our wonder and our war;
    But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
    And our peace is put in impossible things
    Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
    Round an incredible star.

    To an open house in the evening
    Home shall men come,
    To an older place than Eden
    And a taller town than Rome.
    To the end of the way of the wandering star,
    To the things that cannot be and that are,
    To the place where God was homeless
    And all men are at home.
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    Nakonec pravda vitezi (In the end the truth wins)

    Nobility Among Us and Beyond the Mist are now on sale worldwide, as is my first poetry collection, Selected Verse - Faith and Family and my second, Selected Verse - Heroes and Wonders

    Explore the Cinematic Superverse

    A Hope That Burns

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    For those of you who missed it live, the discussion can be followed here:

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    Nakonec pravda vitezi (In the end the truth wins)

    Nobility Among Us and Beyond the Mist are now on sale worldwide, as is my first poetry collection, Selected Verse - Faith and Family and my second, Selected Verse - Heroes and Wonders

    Explore the Cinematic Superverse

    A Hope That Burns

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    • #3
      Originally posted by Ben Zwycky View Post
      For those of you who missed it live, the discussion can be followed here:




      Hope your son is feeling better
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      • #4
        Yes, he's fine now, it was just a stomach bug that went around.
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        Nakonec pravda vitezi (In the end the truth wins)

        Nobility Among Us and Beyond the Mist are now on sale worldwide, as is my first poetry collection, Selected Verse - Faith and Family and my second, Selected Verse - Heroes and Wonders

        Explore the Cinematic Superverse

        A Hope That Burns

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        • #5
          I was on again a couple of weeks ago, this time discussing "The City of Brass" by Rudyard Kipling:



          The poem itself can be found here:

          http://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_cityofbrass.htm
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          Nakonec pravda vitezi (In the end the truth wins)

          Nobility Among Us and Beyond the Mist are now on sale worldwide, as is my first poetry collection, Selected Verse - Faith and Family and my second, Selected Verse - Heroes and Wonders

          Explore the Cinematic Superverse

          A Hope That Burns

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          • #6
            I was on for the fourth time just over two weeks ago, (the third time was discussing the Bohemian Advent series, so that video appears in that thread), this time discussing part of "The Lay of the Last Minstrel" by Sir Walter Scott.



            Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto VI, [My Native Land]

            Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
            Who never to himself hath said,
            This is my own, my native land!
            Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
            As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
            From wandering on a foreign strand!
            If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
            For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
            High though his titles, proud his name,
            Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;—
            Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
            The wretch, concentred all in self,
            Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
            And, doubly dying, shall go down
            To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
            Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.
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            Nakonec pravda vitezi (In the end the truth wins)

            Nobility Among Us and Beyond the Mist are now on sale worldwide, as is my first poetry collection, Selected Verse - Faith and Family and my second, Selected Verse - Heroes and Wonders

            Explore the Cinematic Superverse

            A Hope That Burns

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