It is hard to believe that over seven years have passed since Paul Hunter and I mounted this worthy scaffold (designed by Michael Vale) for the world premiere of My Perfect Mind. Just the other day I was contacted by Told by An Idiot to say that a festival in China had asked permission to
A sonnet I’ve rediscovered these – a pair of brackets Brass, lying loose in our utility room In this house, they’re something we don’t lack, it’s Two boys clamber, but their doom’s To do it in the dark and dust; they climb At ever easeful play, perhaps adventure Fixed in brass, their heedless golden time Is
On this, Edward’s 84th birthday, we’re delighted to announce that Peth’s Staging Post is again functioning properly. We hope you’ve all been keeping safe and well at this extraordinary time. Edward has been keeping busy with his art during the months of lockdown. Below are three examples of his recent work in pastel.
Both these pictures were done this summer. The winter scene, oil on canvas, is based on a photo I took in January, and the summer scene, from a different perspective, is based on plein-air viewing. I have used the snow scene for our Christmas card. The Art Nouveau watering can is a drawing I did
This is a reprise of an earlier blog, with new additions, partly (and slightly belatedly) to celebrate the Bard’s birthday. Hoping you all had a lovely Easter weekend.
What the haiku form can do is to reach down into that noiseless, strong, obscure, deep central stream and give both poet and reader a sense of epiphany. Seamus Heaney Two haiku celebrating the first glimpses of spring:
A seasonal sonnet (click the Play button below to hear the audio version): December Eleventh, chill and misty morning I sat with laptop, plagued with writer’s block Our semi-precious baubles hung, adorning The Christmas tree; I tried to write, ad hoc A verse to grace a card to greet the season But how could
If self is a location, so is love: Bearings taken, markings, cardinal points, Options, obstinacies, dug heels, and distance, Here and there and now and then, a stance. Seamus Heaney, ‘The Aerodrome’ A seasonal reprise of another poem:
… the freed ship sailed, and the man climbed back Out of the marvellous as he had known it. Seamus Heaney, ‘Lightenings’ viii With winter almost upon us, I decided to record a new version of my poem about the universe and the everyday miraculous:
She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine. Virginia Woolf, Night and Day A new sonnet to camera, with a cameo appearance by ‘Bean’.