Tag Archives: John Keats

September 1818: So begins the miracle of Keats’ ‘Living Year’.

Posted on January 22, 2012 by

In the late 1970s, in my mid-teens and already enjoying the poetry of John Keats (albeit without really understanding all of it) I read a book by one of the great twentieth century writers on Keats and his work – Robert Gittings. … Continue reading →

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‘A Walk After John Keats’ by Nelson Bushnell 1936 – History, hindsight & a hike with Hitler Youth?

Posted on January 14, 2012 by

In 2008 I organised and undertook a charity walk in the Lake District (see my short trek blog here) to follow in the footsteps of the poet John Keats. He walked through the Lakes and Scotland in 1818 with his … Continue reading →

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‘When I have fears…’ – John Keats on self-doubt

Posted on December 28, 2011 by

At this time of year – that rather doleful time between the Christmas festivities and the beginning of a new year – it is natural to look back at our achievements over the past twelve months and assess the success … Continue reading →

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A very merry NoWriggling Christmas!!

Posted on December 23, 2011 by

This time last year I wrote a post wishing all those good enough to give No more wriggling out of writing their time a very merry Christmas, celebrating the fact that I had been blogging for a whole five months. … Continue reading →

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Advice to writers? John Keats on dealing with distractions

Posted on October 1, 2011 by

There are very few writers who do not, on occasion, have an attack of ‘the vapours’ – defined by the Oxford Dictionary as ‘ a sudden feeling of faintness, nervousness or a state of depression’. It is a  general feeling … Continue reading →

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Forever autumn – fruitfulness, falling leaves and a poem by Philip Larkin

Posted on September 23, 2011 by

I love autumn, even in these earliest days of the season. It is not just now, as I (reluctantly) accept that I am middle-aged. I have always loved the colours, smells and celebrations in the months up to Christmas. The … Continue reading →

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On my way to Ambleside: Stock Ghyll Force with John Keats

Posted on September 9, 2011 by

On the eve of my week long holiday in the Lake District, I thought I would post this excerpt from a journal letter John Keats wrote to his brother Tom, back in London, in the early stages of his walking … Continue reading →

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Contemporising Keats – It isn’t all about the words….

Posted on September 3, 2011 by

I have a GoogleAlert which regularly sends me links to items that relate (even obliquely it seems) to John Keats and yesterday it included a link, not only to my recent post Blog infidelity, but to the following video that … Continue reading →

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Blog infidelity: or introducing The Truth of Imagination

Posted on August 26, 2011 by

I feel like I am being unfaithful. Or betraying a close friend perhaps. But is had to be done. I have set up a blog dedicated to all things Keats and poetry. However, it is not a replacement for No … Continue reading →

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The poetry of London: Wilfred Owen and the Ghost of Shadwell Stair

Posted on August 4, 2011 by

Wilfred Owen is, for many (including myself) the greatest poet of the First World War. Memorable works such Dulce et Decorum Est and Anthem for Doomed Youth are part of the GCSE syllabus; Owen himself features in Pat Barker’s Regeneration … Continue reading →

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