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Uncategorized December 6, 2018

T’OLD FIELD

If self is a location, so is love: Bearings taken, markings, cardinal points, Options, obstinacies, dug heels, and distance, Here and there and now and then, a stance. Seamus Heaney, ‘The Aerodrome’ A seasonal reprise of another poem:

Uncategorized November 25, 2018

INFINITY AND SO ON …

… the freed ship sailed, and the man climbed back Out of the marvellous as he had known it. Seamus Heaney, ‘Lightenings’ viii With winter almost upon us, I decided to record a new version of my poem about the universe and the everyday miraculous:

Uncategorized November 2, 2018

AUTUMN LIGHT

She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine. Virginia Woolf, Night and Day A new sonnet to camera, with a cameo appearance by ‘Bean’.

Uncategorized October 5, 2018

IDYLLS FROM STONEHAM FARM

… into the deep heart of English country, with country noises brushing the surface of a deeper silence. John Betjeman, ‘Back to the Railway Carriage’ A new sonnet, in celebration of both National Poetry Day just past and the everyday miracles surrounding me in my sequestered patch of Eden.

Uncategorized September 9, 2018

A LATE SUMMER’S DREAM

There are certain half-dreaming moods of mind in which we naturally steal away from noise and glare, and seek some quiet haunt where we may indulge our reveries and build our air castles undisturbed. Washington Irving From a favourite corner of my Sussex Garden, a daydream of 7001 Nights:

Uncategorized August 2, 2018

ON BUTTERFLIES AND WRITER’S BLOCK

Hypnotized by the wings of the butterfly, and awed by the discovery of a terrible possibility in life, she sat for some time longer. When the butterfly flew away, she rose, and with her two books beneath her arm returned again, much as a soldier prepares for battle. Virginia Would, The Voyage Out I am

Uncategorized July 30, 2018

A VIEW OF THE SOUTH SEAS FROM SUSSEX (AND BRADFORD)

Through the sweltering and seemingly endless heatwave, and now in the cool, damp aftermath, I’ve been reading the short stories of Somerset Maugham, set in the South Sea islands. One of them, curiously you might think, put me in my mind of the Bradford of my boyhood. Hence this little film: I was struck, too,

Uncategorized July 3, 2018

GILLIAN LYNNE, 1926-2018

To me a dancer’s life is an amalgam of three crucial elements. The impossible and the spiritual, all wrapped up with a ribbon of passion. Gillian Lynne,  A Dancer in Wartime Gillian Lynne – Dame Gillian as she latterly became – rang me up out of the blue a year or two back. Her beloved

Uncategorized June 29, 2018

SONGS OF SUMMER

I felt it was for this I had come: to wake at dawn on a hillside and look out on a world for which I had no words, to start at the beginning … Laurie Lee, As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning A reprise of my poem about the blackbird and a new sonnet