tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4750601976843429146.post3615609841654454134..comments2024-01-25T09:38:39.998+10:00Comments on Lady Godiva and Me: Still searching for the Real King ArhturLiam Guilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04031376624826567522noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4750601976843429146.post-58499856614426786932009-05-06T18:46:00.000+10:002009-05-06T18:46:00.000+10:00But climbing inside their heads is one of the grea...But climbing inside their heads is one of the great games, and one of the privileges of writing poetry? You could for example imagine making Cuchullain's spear....though I think my favorite poem in Kairos is currently Luonnatr's Thoughts but that may be a prejudice for all things watery...Liam Guilarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04031376624826567522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4750601976843429146.post-81728714918487884002009-05-06T17:32:00.000+10:002009-05-06T17:32:00.000+10:00Ah, those were different times and it is difficult...Ah, those were different times and it is difficult to climb inside the heads of our distant forebears, never mind the more recent ones.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06280161801824435219noreply@blogger.com