Death of Night’s Sindark Nave

My apologies, but the blog will be unavailable until further notice. Many thanks to readers for their attention and comments over the past two years.

Author: Milan

In the spring of 2005, I graduated from the University of British Columbia with a degree in International Relations and a general focus in the area of environmental politics. In the fall of 2005, I began reading for an M.Phil in IR at Wadham College, Oxford. Outside school, I am very interested in photography, writing, and the outdoors. I am writing this blog to keep in touch with friends and family around the world, provide a more personal view of graduate student life in Oxford, and pass on some lessons I've learned here.

7 thoughts on “Death of Night’s Sindark Nave

  1. Hey Milan,

    My new roommates decided to google me and they found your blog. Of all the crazy ways to re-establish a lost connection, I have to say I’m not surprised that it happened this way. I hope that you have been well and I would love to hear from you. My e-mail is please send me a short note if you get a chance.


  2. It seems as though your explanations for your actions become most vague when you have done something wrong or something that you are ashamed of. What have you done?

  3. I wonder whether you anonymous commenters expect any response, although there’s no doubt that the moderator of this discussion board will do so when he has time between reports.

  4. After eight hours at Staples during the day and five or six per night working on the NASCA report, I am not richly endowed with free time.

  5. Nightpiece
    James Joyce

    Gaunt in gloom
    The pale stars their torches
    Enshrouded wave.
    Ghostfires from heaven’s far verges faint illume
    Arches on soaring arches,
    Night’s sindark nave.

    The lost hosts awaken
    To service till
    In moonless gloom each lapses, muted, dim
    Raised when she has and shaken
    Her thurible.

    And long and loud
    To night’s nave upsoaring
    A starknell tolls
    As the bleak incense surges, cloud on cloud,
    Voidward from the adoring
    Waste of souls.

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