Tag: melancholy

And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips/Bidding adieu — John Keats, “Ode on Melancholy” August. You again. I lamented your presence a few years back, and I stand by it. This year you also coincide with a hellacious US political sh*tshow featuring an overtly racist, sexist, xenophobic, hate-mongering, spray-tanned stinkbomb of a presidential candidate…… Continue reading Joy outside the door