Category Archives: Art

Who needs Glastonbury? The Keats House Festival 2014

As many of those who read my blog regularly will know, I am a Londoner born and bred, not moving away from the city until I was 25 and and retaining my love of my roots even as I live … Continue reading

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Comic-book Keats – a new way to prevent the ‘end of poetry’?

I may be coming late to the work of Julian Peters. It is possible his illustrative work has been bringing young people to poetry for some time without me realising it. However, there may be some others out there, like … Continue reading

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John Keats’ death mask inspires an art installation..or does it?

Hmm…I have been wondering how to respond to the news from artdaily.org that artist Virgil Marti has opened his exhibition  MATRIX 167 / Ode to a Hippie at Wadsworth Atheneum in Connecticut. I admit I had never heard of Virgil Marti … Continue reading

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The most beautiful words ever written?

I have been on my own for two days. The family is away being athletic – not a talent I can share with them. So who could I turn to for company but John Keats? Yesterday I re-read Isabella: or … Continue reading

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Let’s focus on the words: Peter, Tony, and a Portrait of Keats

Two weeks ago (yes, I am a little slow getting this blog post written) the papers offered some interesting headlines for those, like me, who are fascinated by the life and writing of the poet John Keats. A ‘rare lifetime … Continue reading

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Sex lurks in the shadows of the Pre-Raphaelites – phallic symbols in Isabella by Millais

FAIR Isabel, poor simple Isabel!  Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love’s eye!  They could not in the self-same mansion dwell  Without some stir of heart, some malady;  They could not sit at meals but feel how well  It soothed each … Continue reading

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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

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