You might have guessed that it would not be too long before my perennial interest in T.S. Eliot reasserted itself, especially in view of the fact that this is the centenary of the writing of his great poem The Waste Land. Re-reading it (and watching a TV presentation about his life and work) it might … Read more
“At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,” Regular readers … Read more
While cooking dinner tonight I decided to dig out one of my old Joan Baez CDs. This was the more recent stuff, not the English folk song material she sang back in the sixties.* I was grabbed by the throat quite suddenly by her rendering of Diamonds and Rust. I believe that this is her … Read more
I refuse (that is) for as long as all I have is an idea. In fact, at the moment I have several ideas for pictures. They all seem to me to be potentially quite good ideas. I even have a clear idea about the medium in which I want to do them, and the format … Read more