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Uncategorized January 6, 2016

WITH HEY, HO

Any great art work … revives and readapts time and space, and the measure of its success is the extent to which it makes you an inhabitant of that world – the extent to which it invites you in and lets you breathe its strange, special air. Leonard Bernstein I have long held that Twelfth

Uncategorized December 29, 2015

RENEWAL

Eternity’s a terrible thought. I mean, where’s it all going to end? Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead Christmas is a time for recycling. This isn’t an installation at Tate Modern (I wonder what they do about their recycling). Nobody here in East Sussex, where we live, will take paper and cardboard in the

Uncategorized November 28, 2015

SUSPENDED MOTION

Just a lot of floating seeds to start with, all sorts of seeds. Joyce Carey, The Horse’s Mouth A new limerick sequence:

Uncategorized November 12, 2015

TIME AND TRAIN

I remember carriage interiors very like this, with the leather strap to adjust the window to keep out smoke. I travelled widely as a touring actor before the infamous Dr Beeching axed hundreds of miles of branch lines in the early 1960s. I advise slow trains on branch lines, half-empty trains that go through meadows

Uncategorized November 11, 2015

ART IN THE RIGHT PLACE

Violent brushwork and strident colour are the manifestation of a desperate intensity of vision, are an act of surrender to the terrible vitality of things. David Sylvester,  Encounter, December 1954 In March 1981, Emily and I were busy. We spent eleven days in a television studio, filming Trevor Nunn’s RSC stage production of Chekhov’s Three

Uncategorized November 1, 2015

IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT

The sacred sense of beyond, of timelessness, of a world which had an eternal value and the substance of which was divine had been given back to me today by this friend of mine who taught me dancing. Hermann Hesse A short Halloween reflection in limerick form:

Uncategorized October 26, 2015

A STONE’S THROW

And calm within the bosom of the down, As though no Time could waste, no Fortune fret Her ancient peace, I see my own fair Town, Girdled with golden sunbeams, changeless yet. William John Courthope, ‘The Country Town: A Reverie’ A little film featuring the ancient church of St Peter, Hamsey and the Saxon king Athelstan

Uncategorized October 25, 2015

ST CRISPIN’S DAY

A largess universal, like the sun, His liberal eye doth give to every one, Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all Behold, as may unworthiness define, A little touch of Harry in the night. Henry V, Prologue to Act IV Today, the Feast of Saints Crispin and Crispinian, marks the 600th anniversary of the

Uncategorized October 9, 2015

LIGHT

And thanks for the light. Dr Rank’s last line in Ibsen’s A Doll’s House Yesterday was National Poetry Day in the UK and the theme was Light. At our new home in Sussex, our south-facing garden lies under an amazing expanse of sky and we are treated to glorious sunrises and sunsets as well as

Uncategorized August 22, 2015

TRANSITION

We do on stage things that are supposed to happen off. Which is a kind of integrity, if you look on every exit as being an entrance somewhere else. ROSENCRANTZ AND GUILDENSTERN ARE DEAD  We have been crowded out of our house by the boxes and our last week or so as residents of London