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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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Tag Archives: Poetry
Ho Ho Ho – a Happy, healthy Christmas from No Wriggling!
Just a quick post to wish all those who follow my blog and any who just drop by the very merriest of Christmases and the happiest and healthiest of New Years. This has been a good year on No wriggling. … Continue reading
Finding a little ‘Kindness’ in a terrible world…
Even as we enter the ‘festive season’, and many of us are thinking about how best we can bring a smile to the faces of friends and family in the coming days, we have, in the space of one weekend, been faced … 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
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
A poetic inspiration – lines that mean the world to us
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
Posted in Art, Dandelions and Bad Hair Days, Keats, Poetry, Writing
Tagged birches by robert frost, blogging, Books, John Keats, Keats, Mood, Poetry, reading, Robert Frost, writing
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Why do I dig? A gardening philosophy…
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
The Dad Poet: sharing a passion for poetry
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
Posted in Keats, Poetry, Writing
Tagged family, John Keats, Keats, May Swenson, Poetry, reading, The Dad Poet, United States, writing
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