Watching "The Two Towers" at Royal Albert Hall

I have to confess. I am a Ringhead.  

I first read J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings trilogy in high school, using what came to be known as the “pirated Ace editions.” I read the authorized versions about six years later. About 2000, when I learned that director Peter Jackson was making film versions, I read the books again. And then, four years ago, I read the books yet again. 

 

These wonderful stories never get old. They never seem dated. Each time I’ve read them, I’ve discovered something new. And I continued to be awed by the imagination that created them. 

I’m not alone. Facebook groups about the author and his works draws tens f thousands. Tolkien and his works are some of a book-publishing industry. Sitting on my desk right now, in all of its 938-page glory, is the recently published The History of the Hobbit by Tolkien scholar John Rateliff. I’ve deliberately put off reading it to delay the reading pleasure I know is coming.  

To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.

Some Tuesday Readings

 

Drop-in by Hélène Demetriades – Nigel Kent, Poet and Reviewer.

Poetry at Home – Jane Clark Scharl at Plough. 

Two Poems in the Style of Robert Frost – Dusty Grein at Society of Classical Poets.