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- Talking crime – on why we love a good murder mystery….
- Let’s focus on the words: Peter, Tony, and a Portrait of Keats
- Why Mrs T should have left the room quietly, closing the door behind her….
- ‘In relation to’ what? On ‘Talking Books’ and chewing words….
- ‘Talking Books’…On trying to become Somerset’s answer to Mariella Frostrup
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Author Archives: keatsbabe
Sarah’s story – family history and poetry from the darkest places…
In a previous post, I wrote of Sarah Hardiman, the first (and only legal) wife of my Great Grandfather George Hardiman. George Hardiman was a journeyman silversmith, born in 1839 in an impoverished part of Clerkenwell, North London. Sarah (nee … Continue reading
To be ‘a friend of Keats’ – a very Romantic circle
John Keats is now known as one of the greatest poets in the English language. Often included in the great ‘triad’ of younger Romantics with Shelley and Byron, his life and work has arguably retained a larger and more interested audience than either of … Continue reading
Posted in Keats, Poetry, Writing
Tagged 19th century, Books, friendships, history, John Keats, Keats, Keats' Circle, Literature, Poetry, relationships, Romantics, writing
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Temps Perdu – on deja vu and Dorothy Parker
I have been experiencing some odd feelings of deja vu in the last few weeks. Trying to explain them to a friend, I struggled and frankly sounded slightly odd. Perhaps this was because in every day terms we have come to use … Continue reading
The WRITER not the film star! The ‘other’ Elizabeth Taylor…..
(As I publish this I have just heard Elizabeth Taylor’s daughter Judith Kingham will be on BBC Radio 4 Woman’s Hour tomorrow to talk about the centenary of her mother’s birth and the re-issue of the short stories. It really … Continue reading
Mock Orange – a poem for work & the summer weather
Mock Orange Watching, as the waxy flowers fall into the scattered gravel of the summer garden; it seems the world, the weather and a clouded view conspire to damp the spirits. Her fingers leave the glass. She turns into the … Continue reading
Bronze bulls on pianos, or ‘On first Looking into Chapman’s Homer’
I haven’t written about John Keats for a few weeks and have been meaning to start a series of posts on his circle of friends; many of whom were key to his development as a poet. However, an article via … Continue reading
‘From Clapton Pond to Stamford Hill’ – landscape, literature & Pinter at the British Library
Yesterday I made the trip from Somerset to London to meet Sarah Whittingham, author of the wonderful Fern Fever and Wendy Wallace whose recently published The Painted Bridge is my favourite fiction book of the year so far. Although we were looking … Continue reading
Posted in History, Keats, London, Poetry, Writing
Tagged British Library, Fern Fever, Harold Pinter, Literature, The Painted Bridge
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‘Mum!! The dog ate the flapjacks!!!’ – So I share a perfect recipe with the world..
We have a lovely 5-year-old black Labrador x Collie dog called Barnaby. Apparently ‘free’, in that we had him as a puppy following a friend’s dog producing a surprise litter, he has, in truth, cost us a fortune. There have been the … Continue reading
