the victorian age

…and “The Liberator” by Mark Young. I stopped for a moment at this blog post and poem because, although my parents were born just this side of the 19th century, they always felt like they belonged to the earlier age, and they were both members of [Philippine] Freemasonry. I was stopped, also, by these lines: We escaped by / becoming birds or keys or / pipes or wineglasses. Every- / day objects that could always / be replaced.