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Nige, who, like Mr Kenneth Horne, prefers to remain anonymous, was also a founder blogger of The Dabbler and a co-blogger on the Bryan Appleyard Thought Experiments blog. He is the sole blogger on this one, and his principal aim is to share various of life's pleasures. These tend to relate to books, art, poems, butterflies, birds, churches, music, walking, weather, drink, etc, with occasional references to the passing scene. His book, The Mother of Beauty: On the Golden Age of English Church Monuments, and Other Matters of Life and Death, is available on Amazon or direct from the author.
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Oddly – deplorably? somethingly? – my recently acquired anthology of 101 very short poems, Short and Sweet, doesn't include anything by Walter de la Mare. This is a pity, as some of his shortest poems are among his best. I posted a couple a while back: this extraordinary portrait of grandiose paranoia –...
It has come to my attention that today is World Art Day – an occasion that seems to be little marked here: no going to school dressed as your favourite painting, or at least clutching a reproduction thereof (perhaps just as well – it would probably be wall-to-wall Van Goghs, with the odd Monet). Anyway, I thought...
I have never seriously kept a commonplace book, but I have long had a habit of jotting down, usually in scrappy little notebooks, short quotations from things I'm reading or have come across. I lost several such notebooks some years ago when my bag mysteriously disappeared in the course of a Tube journey (presumably...
Yesterday, with the Lichfield grandchildren (who, like the Canadian grandchildren, have pleasingly retro tastes), we watched Lassie Come Home – the 1943 feature film that spawned a succession of inferior sequels and corny TV series. The original is surprisingly impressive and hard-edged, and set not in America but...
I happened upon this on Facebook today. It's an uncollected poem by Alan Garner, and it amused me – it reads like something Thomas Hardy might have written, if he hadn't been Thomas Hardy...R.I.P.A girl in our village makes love in the churchyard.She doesn't care who, but it must be the churchyard.They say she...
Above is Ben Nicholson's Auberge de la Sole Dieppoise, one of my favourites among his paintings, many of which leave me fairly cool. Ben, born on this day in 1894, took off in a wholly different direction from his father, the great (and still underrated) William Nicholson, pursuing abstraction rather than...
The Making of a Poem, the excellent Norton Anthology of Poetic Forms, prints its authors' names in UPPER CASE, above the name of the poem (and why not?). Thus it was that, browsing in its pages last night, I came across a poem written by AI. AI? What? I know everyone's doing it now, but surely not in 2000, and...
Cannock Chase is big – something over 20 square miles of heathland, woods and plantations – and not very far from Lichfield. So you would have thought that by now I would have become a frequent visitor – or at the very least have managed to find it. You would be wrong on both counts: on my first attempt (last year,...
'Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away.Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say,...
When John Ruskin first visited the Alps, at the age of fourteen, his father took care to entrust him to a reliable and expert guide, Joseph Marie Couttet, with whom the young Ruskin soon formed a close bond, which lasted throughout Couttet's life. The Alpine guide even accompanied Ruskin to Italy, to attend to...
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