Recently on no more wriggling…
- Sorry Nigel Farage – Talking Books loved ‘Talking France’…
- 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….
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Category Archives: Poetry
I have been inspired this morning. Not to write too much of my own but to look at the work of others and take heart from the possibilities that work opens up to me. This is due simply to the … Continue reading
Gardens and gardening have always been at the heart of philosophical discussion. Cultivating our environment raises all sorts of questions from the ‘big’ ones - what it means to be ‘alive’ perhaps, or how far is a garden an expression of faith harking … Continue reading
April was National Poetry Month in the US, a fact that might have passed me by had I not been a long-time follower of David over at The Dad Poet.I first came across his blog when I spotted his reading … Continue reading
I couldn’t resist it. The rain has been incessant. The roads of Somerset are flooded and the thick, grey sky seems to come down so low you fear you will lose your way in it. Will it ever stop? These … Continue reading
At the end of March a blog appeared on the Oxford University Press website explaining the work behind a paper just published in The Review of English Studies. The blog is entitled ‘A Keatsian Field trip’ and was written by Richard Turley, … Continue reading
A quiet Sunday afternoon. Lots of work to do; the house is a mess. I have just looked down at my hands and see the results of a morning in the garden – broken and dirty fingernails and a splinter … Continue reading
There are very few writers, even those with published work on the shelf, who can say that they earn a living wage solely from that writing. A few articles, the novel-in-progress or in my case the fund-raising anthology don’t pay the mortgage. … Continue reading
Rome. 27 February 1821. My dear Brown, He is gone–he died with the most perfect ease–he seemed to go to sleep. On the 23rd, about 4, the approaches of death came on. “Severn-I–lift me up–I am dying–I shall die easy–don’t … Continue reading
In 1818, the newly-wed George and Georgiana Keats left London and their families to travel 4000 miles across the Atlantic to follow the American Dream. Swept up in the Romantic enthusiasm for founding a Utopian settlement in the west of America they … Continue reading
I have been a little quiet on this blog of late. I think a combination of life ‘stuff’ has meant my concentration levels are low, inspiration hard to find and that dreaded monster self-doubt whispers in my ear ‘you have … Continue reading