Rejoin Telo as she tries to find herself in a strange, new, potentially hostile colony in Parts XV and XVI of the novel Ants of the Fire: The Legend of Telo titled The Hatchery” and “The Decision."
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Relive the joy of listening to a bedtime story in "Goodnight, Sleep Tight."
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Hello and welcome to episode fifty-two of Prose.
This week, relive listening to a bedtime story and rejoin Telo as she tries to find herself in a strange, new, potentially hostile colony.
Figure out the way of the new world with Telo as she meets some new potential friends in Ants of the Fire: The Legend of Telo by Jack Lee, Parts XIII and XIV: “The Others” and “The Madness.”
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Plan a holiday beamed directly to your brain in "Holidaymaker."
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Hello and welcome to episode fifty-one of Prose.
This week, plan a holiday direct to your brain and figure out the way of the new world with Telo as she meets some new potential friends.
I have no special messages this week save my usual pleading with you all: I hope that you’ll all go follow the show on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook, as this can help the podcast get noticed; but, I truly beg you even more to head over to iTunes and leave a rating and/or review for Prose. Ratings and reviews set this show up for continuing into the future. For easiest access to the show, subscribe using iTunes, Google Play, or whatever podcast catcher is your favorite. Just as a side note, access via Spotify is in the works, for those asking!
Thanks for listening.
This week we have “Holidaymaker” and Ants of the Fire: The Legend of Telo Parts XIII and XIV titled “The Others” and “The Madness.”
Today, Prose is bringing you a very special midweek episode in honor of its founder's younger brother and bff's birthday! This celebration takes the form of a reading of an elegant poem: "The Gardener Lxviii: None Lives For Ever, Brother" by Rabindranath Tagore. The text is below for those unfamiliar who might like to follow along.
None lives for ever, brother, and
nothing lasts for long. Keep that in
mind and rejoice.
Our life is not the one old burden,
our path is not the one long
journey.
One sole poet has not to sing one
aged song.
The flower fades and dies; but he
who wears the flower has not to
mourn for it for ever.
Brother, keep that in mind and
rejoice.
There must come a full pause to
weave perfection into music.
Life droops toward its sunset to be
drowned in the golden shadows.
Love must be called from its play
to drink sorrow and be borne to the
heaven of tears.
Brother, keep that in mind and
rejoice.
We hasten to gather our flowers lest
they are plundered by the passing
winds.
It quickens our blood and brightens
our eyes to snatch kisses that would
vanish if we delayed.
Our life is eager, our desires are keen,
for time tolls the bell of parting.
Brother, keep that in mind and
rejoice.
There is not time for us to clasp a
thing and crush it and fling it away to
the dust.
The hours trip rapidly away, hiding
their dreams in their skirts.
Our life is short; it yields but a
few days for love.
Were it for work and drudgery it
would be endlessly long.
Brother, keep that in mind and
rejoice.
Beauty is sweet to us, because she
dances to the same fleeting tune with
our lives.
Knowledge is precious to us, because
we shall never have time to
complete it.
All is done and finished in the eternal
Heaven.
But earth's flowers of illusion are
kept eternally fresh by death.
Brother, keep that in mind and
rejoice.
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