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This site contains CWNY’s works from 3/3/12 through 7/31/21, when CWNY ceased writing, as noted by his family in The Minstrel Sleeps. To download a pdf of all posts from this time period, go to About this site. (You may also download individual posts and pages, using a plugin we’ve made available.)
Please note that this site includes all posts from his previously de-platformed blog, which were completely restored as of 6/10/22. Should you wish to view only those restored posts, use the category link: Older posts (pre-April 2019).
For CWNY’s writing from 5/25/06 to 2/25/12, visit his older blog, still available here.
More content on this site is also available on the Remembrances page, which includes his final, albeit unfinished, Christmas story, and To His Readers (4/21/19), which he posted after his return from being deplatformed.
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Archives
Tag Archives: Shakespeare
Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
Nearer to Thee!E’en though it be a crossThat raiseth me -Sarah Flower Adams ________________ And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as … Continue reading
The Deed of Death
Beyond the infinite and boundless reachOf mercy, if thou didst this deed of deathArt thou damned. -Shakespeare, King John _________________ For her sins have reached unto heaven, and God hath remembered her iniquities. Revelations 18: 5 _________________ I don’t like … Continue reading
We Must Hate the Devil and His Minions
I will be flesh and blood;For there was never yet philosopherThat could endure the toothache patiently,However they have writ the style of godsAnd made a push at chance and sufferance. – Much Ado About Nothing __________________ On the instant stood … Continue reading
It Will Be Now
He was a man, take him for all in all… _____________________________ Hamlet. Not a whit; we defy augury. There’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ‘tis not to come; if it be not … Continue reading
The Shadow of Satan
‘Tis the time’s plague, when madmen lead the blind. –King Lear _________________________________ In his song-poem “My Old Kentucky Home,” Stephen Collins Foster describes the sorrow involved when what was once our home is no more: The day goes by like … Continue reading
White Privilege
“The way I’ve been obliged to see it is this: our ideas and instincts work upon our memory of these people who have lived before us, and so they take on some clarity of outline. It’s not to our credit … Continue reading
The Cruel Gods of Liberalism
The major news outlets will not cover the story of Cannon Hinnant’s murder. White athletes will not refuse to honor the American flag until there is justice for the white victims of black barbarism. White people will not get T-shirts … Continue reading
Epistles of the Living God
But mercy is above the sceptred sway;It is enthroned in the hearts of Kings,It is an attribute to God himself;And earthly power doth then show likest God’sWhen mercy seasons justice. Therefore Jew,Though justice be thy plea, consider this,That in the … Continue reading
Recrossing our Spiritual Rubicon
She crept among the trees to the trunk of a tree whence she could see, beyond some intervening trees and branches, the lighted windows, both in their reality and their reflection in the water. She placed her orderly little basket … Continue reading
Back from the Dead
LEAR: Prithee go in thyself; seek thine own ease. This tempest will not give me leave to ponderOn things would hurt me more. But I’ll go in.[To the Fool] In, boy; go first.- You houseless poverty-Nay, get thee in. I’ll pray, … Continue reading