Poem for the day
‘We sat at the window’Thomas Hardy (Bournemouth, 1875) We sat at the window looking out,And the rain came down like silken stringsThat Swithin’s day. Each gutter and spoutBabbled unchecked in the busy wayOf witless...
Category: Literature
Engaging characters
I’m not sure that novels are necessarily character-driven any more, . I’d have to sit down and consider whether I could defend this generalisation, but it’s certainly reasonable to argue that Pip has a...
Emily Dickinson: one voice that quietly nags
I can never decide whether I really like Dickinson or whether I just appreciate her (and you will appreciate the difference). It nags me because so many others are passionate about her poetry and I...
JK Rowling fails to make Bad Sex 2012 shortlist – News – Books – The Independent
JK Rowling fails to make Bad Sex 2012 shortlist – News – Books – The Independent. Some things you have to read: the excerpts are priceless.
David Crystal – Shakespeare
I haven’t found the recordings, but this is the linguistics expert referred to in the Independent article. Some of his stuff seems very interesting and the blog is full of fascinating observations. David Crystal...
‘Tuh beh oar nat tuh beh?’ That was the question – News – Theatre & Dance – The Independent
It is quite fantastic that our interest in the Bard never dies! This one is worth following up to see if I can lay my hands on a copy of the recording of ‘original...
Better Book Titles
This is a treasure of a site! Friedrich Nietzsche: Thus Spoke Zarathustra via Better Book Titles.
KEVIN HART – SELECTED POEMS – The Pilgrim Project
How have I missed hearing about this guy? Prayer O come, in any way you want, In morning sunlight fooling in the leaves Or in thick bouts of rain that soak my head ...
Five poems by Kevin Hart – Eureka Street
More little bits of a new discovery. Morning knowledge My gentle father died when day was young, When there was very little left to take: Gray face, a raft of bones, a bitter ache,...
Three making-love poems by Kevin Hart
Three making-love poems by Kevin Hart. Rather a nice find, on someone else’s blog. Put it away for sometime less busy…