Another month bites the dust. Once upon a time the calendar marked the beginning of the year in March. Well, at least the earliest Roman calendar did. Unsurprising for a people who believed Mars to be Romus and Remulus’ father. If that be the case, they didn’t disappoint their ancestor and god, having subdued a continent under its war-some standard.
We’ve had our fare share of war this spring. I have held back from writing about it. It is too close to home, too painful to render into words. One day perhaps I will, but not yet. For now I will take stock of my blogging portfolio for this month and drink a glass of wine to a god I hope might take more pains with his guardianship of agriculture in the future and leave strife well alone. Moving on.
The Batch Express
In shocking news, Benedict Cumberbatch takes the top three spots in “most viewed” posts this March. It would appear that try as I may, I can’t keep him out of the spotlight. Admittedly, I may have been doing the exact opposite but hey! I hear no complaints. On the other hand, I’m certain that I’ve read an article recently titled “Cumbebatch has to be stopped” yet judging by his current popularity, there is little chance of that. So here they are, the stories that took the Twittosphere and blogosphere by storm (apparently).
#1 Which pub does Benedict Cumberbatch drink in? Ah yes. Many a Batch fan has been leafing through my stories trying to figure out where they could “accidentally” bump into their favourite star. Get your belts secured and we’re off on a pub crawl. Now, who volunteered to be the designated driver? Anyone?
#2 Stalking #BenedictCumberbatch The following week, search terms took a sinister turn. If in reading my reply you conclude that I have been a little harsh, and if you would have approached the subject differently, please let me know.
“A literary dissection. (Mental note: don’t annoy Vic)” commented Richard. I do love a surgical simile.
#3 Cumberbatch and I | Reconciling the Past was a welcome back gift from Kavalkade in the guise of a parody song. Hair band off and head at the ready to rock on with Seven Mary Three’s Cumbersome Cumberbatch.
“I have become Cumberbuns to this world
I have become Cumberbuns to this girl.”
For the next set I would like to thank all fellow blogger-photographers who inspired me to share my amateurish attempts and have been kind in both visits and praise. A big thank you to all who have been generous in reading the stories behind what the lens revealed. For a change, I will not add my own commentary and instead will include a select few comments from those you gifted me. Here are the top four as chosen by you:
#4 Portrait of young girl: “A beautiful post, incredibly poignant and uplifting. The photo is enchanting…I’m hoping that her broad but tentative smile portends a positive future for this little girl and her compatriots.” Lee-Anne.
“Beautiful and heartbreaking.” sothislife.
#5 Be Afraid and Do It Anyway “Your theory should be applied to travel and to life in general. During an interview I did a month ago I was asked, “What should everyone do at at least once?” I’ve been thinking about it a lot since and if I could answer all over again I’d say that we all need to do something we’re terrified of at least once.” fancyfrivolous.
“Very interesting information. I forwarded your post to a friend who will be travelling to Japan later this month.” Carol Balawyder.
“I agree with what you’ve said here; it’s less scary being inadequate than it might be to be extraordinary.” Martha Kennedy.
It is not often that poetry makes it into my top ten in great numbers. Usually it is one at most that will sneak through. I am grateful that so many of you have come along on this journey with me. In no other literary form am I able to pour as much of myself as I do in verse.
There is a place where empty souls find rest
From the relentless dust of days that simmer black…
Buried in the scent of another day past,
We stayed up late into the night…
On barren skin,
Vindictive in its glare…
So there we are, at another months’ end. Bottoms up for the Warrior God, and while unsure as to the etymological origins of “April”, I am told that it was once the sacred month of Venus so I hope it will be a fruitful and loving one for you all.