Recently on no more wriggling…
- From shell shock hospital to magical community – my trip to Seale Hayne
- On sitting down to watch Withnail and I once again….
- Thank-you. Five Years of London Historians
- My next book on 18th & 19th Century medicine – and a competition to come up with a title!
- Don’t leave it too late to live in the moment: Rooting our lives in the present
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Category Archives: Keats
Whilst on holiday in Suffolk a few weeks ago I bought a small book at a second-hand stall at the market in the lovely little town of Framlingham. Called The Victorian Book of Dreams, it is clearly a forerunner of … Continue reading
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
I was up late last night. Exhausted, I had to put all my books back into my bookcases. They had been taken out because, for the first time (drum roll and complete lack of excitement for anyone other than myself) … Continue reading
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
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
On this, the 14th February, I reach the end of my series ‘Love poems you wish you had written’ with one that most who know me would have anticipated from the very beginning. This poem still offers the John Keats reader much to think … Continue reading
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