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.
I How peaceful can coexistence be? Chilling the blush of the rose Drawing faint heat from its cheeks The crystalline coldness melts Unique designs are lost. This trinity is miracle enough Beetle, Bud, Ice. What god would intervene? This the majestic cruel purpose? II Snowing again I trudge across our street
Thaw follows frost; hard on the heel of spring Treads summer sure to die, for hard on hers Comes autumn with his apples scattering; Then back to wintertide, when nothing stirs. (A. E. Housman’s translation of Horace Odes 4.7) _______________ GAYTHORNE ROAD, WEST BOWLING As a boy in Bradford, I lived just 100
Each a good egg or an empty shell What can these portraits silently tell Something of culture or civilization These wafer-thin waifs sans fertilization? Storm in an eggcup – Lear and his clown – One’s kept his Motley, one’s lost his crown. There’s drama revealed in all
Blow, blow, thou winter wind. It looks as if I will be sending you seasonal snow scenes very soon. Hoping meantime that my Budapest film suffices until my next posting midweek. Meanwhile, this shows what you can do to amuse yourself and the children with felt-tip pens and ping pong balls. I have kept these
For shadow play of Budapest Time has made its acid test So there will be a slight delay Before my shadows have their say But have no fear – I’m all agog We’ll catch the clock up with the blog. E.P. ____________________ For those of you who may have missed my ‘kitchen-table’ meditation on King
Heroes’ Square, Budapest Surreal supper in solitary splendour in the hotel with Harry Potter on TV and Mike Gambon’s Dumbledore speaking Hungarian, which seemed right as I last worked with Mike here in Budapest. The screen was a thumbnail size at arm’s length, if you follow me, but dominated the empty dining room. It was