Uncategorized March 7, 2011


Ever-inventive nature continually produces one shape from another. Nothing in the entire universe ever perishes, believe me, but things vary, and adopt a new form. The phrase ‘being born’ is used for beginning to be something different from what one was before, while ‘dying’ means ceasing to be the same. Though this thing may pass into that, and

Uncategorized February 26, 2011


A poem I composed just over a week ago during a quest for Found Art. Today I planned to write a poem And find a ‘found object’ My treasured object at the moment – I found, A year or two back on a stall in Church Street Market The old man, already ephemeral himself, Sold

Uncategorized February 20, 2011


The image is more than an idea. It is a vortex or cluster of fused ideas and is endowed with energy. Ezra Pound To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy. Henri Cartier-Bresson

Uncategorized February 14, 2011


I have been reminded that, after an argument a year or three or four back about clutter, I wrote this poem after filling up the pigeon holes. I am currently engaged in trying to de-clutter the room around it and envisage a triumphant journey to our local recycling bins at dead of night.  I met

Uncategorized February 4, 2011


How many degrees of separation does the famous concept stipulate? I imagine that to have been named after a famous public figure doesn’t count, but I was named after King Edward VIII who, just four months after my birth, abdicated.  Dr Alfred Blunt, Bishop of Bradford. Portrait by Bassano, February 1936. National Portrait Gallery, London. And

Uncategorized January 17, 2011


I am saddened to hear of Susannah York’s death. Her special radiance survives in her film performances, but just now I am remembering watching her from the wings one night in Stratford, being superlative as she spoke Gertrude’s speech, ‘There is a willow grows aslant a brook’ (Hamlet Act IV, sc.vii), describing Ophelia’s death to Laertes and the

Uncategorized January 16, 2011


                    A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep                     And I could laugh, I am light and heavy. Welcome.                                         

Uncategorized January 14, 2011


Apologies for the uncharacteristic gap this week. Book deadlines have loomed (and been met) and plans for the National Theatre Platform on 23 March are afoot. Hope to make up for my momentary silence this weekend. Updates to my website will also appear very soon, including the latest news on the book’s publication and related events.