Uncategorized November 1, 2015


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


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


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


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


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

Uncategorized August 10, 2015


To remember happiness which cannot be restored, is pain, but of a softened kind … and memory, however sad, is the best and purest link between this world and a better. But come! I’ll tell you a story of another kind. NICHOLAS NICKLEBY  One of the recent rediscoveries in the mammoth ongoing task of sorting and packing

Uncategorized August 6, 2015


          Summer night:           ruined mountains, rivers           cry out with one voice.           Flaming trees            dance up           into the angry autumn sky. Timiki Hara,  Haiku 20, 6-7 August

Uncategorized July 31, 2015


My friends, my dear friends! Can I be silent, in leaving this house for evermore? Can I restrain myself, in saying farewell, from expressing those feelings which now fill my whole being … ? Gaev in Act IV of Chekhov’s The Cherry Orchard  I arrived back from New York last month not with a clutch

Uncategorized July 13, 2015


But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us … WAITING FOR GODOT  Today is the day of Roger Rees’s funeral in New York. He leaves behind his companion of more than thirty years and spouse since 2011, the writer and producer Rick Elice. I simply want to post a phrase

Uncategorized July 12, 2015

ROGER REES (1944-2015)

Happiness is a gift and the trick is not to expect it, but to delight in it when it comes. NICHOLAS NICKLEBY Late as it is, I must mark the passing of Roger Rees. I visited him when I was working in New York last month; he was in hospital and on the last occasion,