Recently on no more wriggling…
- 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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Occasionally I like to post on my blog a poem that has really touched me. Although I will always be most fond of the poetry of John Keats, I usually find those that I share on here are contemporary poems, … Continue reading
The Thames is a river that takes me on imaginative journeys, some of them reflecting my real life and others a dream world that I have inhabited regularly since I left London in the late 1980s. From the Oxfordshire … Continue reading
In December I wrote a blog post entitled Picturing John Keats - Image or Imagination? describing how I felt about the representations of Keats in art. I mentioned the 2009 film Bright Star only briefly as but another opportunity for … Continue reading
I have been reading Billy Collins’ poetry recently, and have been struck by how he catches those very human moments that will resonate with many of us in a humorous, ‘hospitable’ (a word he apparently prefers to accessible) but incredibly … Continue reading
Looking at the National Health Service today, it is clear that despite economic constraints it offers a standard of care that renders incomprehensible to us the dreadful conditions under which people of all classes were treated in the early 19th … Continue reading
At our reading group we recently looked at a poem called The Hug by Thom Gunn, a poet who spent much of his life in the US but was actually born in Kent in 1929. His mother had committed suicide … Continue reading
This is something of a random, impulsive post; but I just had to share with you a wonderful poem that was introduced at the reading group I attend. We are lucky to have the poet Julia Copus running our group … Continue reading
I love the Lake District, and seem to feel my mood lift as soon as I cross the border into Cumbria. Where others want to emigrate to sunnier climes I long for the random weather of the fells and valleys; … Continue reading
That year I was asked many times what I intended to do on my birthday. I mark the passing of another year each chilly February, so generally the day is spent snuggled up in the warm eating and drinking. However … Continue reading
Whatever your views may be on poetry, Romantic or otherwise, or on love in more general terms, I do so urge you to watch the following trailer for ‘Bright Star’. It is something for all fans of period drama. Directed … Continue reading