Uncategorized April 22, 2012
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Bright baffling Soul, least capturable of themes, Thou, who display’dst a life of common-place, Leaving no intimate word or personal trace Of high design outside the artistry …
Bright baffling Soul, least capturable of themes, Thou, who display’dst a life of common-place, Leaving no intimate word or personal trace Of high design outside the artistry …
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first …
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration. Charles Dickens Part II coming soon …
Apologies for the hiatus in weekly posting. A bumper Easter edition of the blog, in two cinematic parts, is coming very soon. STAY TUNED. Photo by EP
And take upon ’s the mystery of things … KING LEAR, Act V, sc. iii Monday the 19th March is a red-letter day, the first day of the second exploratory workshop I am doing with Paul Hunter on King Lear, and the latest phase in a project conceived during the short West End run of The Fantasticks …
When I do count the clock that tells the time … Shakespeare Photo by EP
Agnosco veteris vestigia flammae. VIRGIL, AENEID IV.23 My latest painting, featured in the film, is of a nocturnal street scene in front of the newly renovated West Hampstead Station – the variegated bricks you can see glinting in sunlight in my recent Urban Georgic. Shadow Play. Photo by Dora Petherbridge ______________________________ Postscript Edward recently did a …
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret. A Tale of Two Cities Dickens, his characters and the …
‘Does no other profession occur to you, which a young man of your figure and address could take up easily, and see the world to advantage in?’ asked the manager. ‘No,’ said Nicholas, shaking his head. ‘Why, then, I’ll tell you one,’ said Mr Crummles, throwing his pipe into the fire, …
So close, and yet so far out! Dylan in The Magic Roundabout Crediton Hill, West Hampstead. Photo by EP Our (Kathleen’s and my) research rambles through West Hampstead’s past have taken a surreal turn this week, proving yet again the human spirit’s power to transcend nineteenth-century brick-built terraced conformity. The tree-lined Crediton Hill, photographed above, …
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