Later on one learns what one likes; amibguity; what makes one laugh; what makes one smile wryly; what makes one sad; what makes one grateful; uplifted; and one day comes a time to choose – books of one’s own; opinions of one’s own; perhaps even a gentle humility of a kind. So is life. Thus … More About John Betjeman
Into the Light We had light but we didn’t always have central heating installed. Like hundreds of others we were a bit heat poor and light poor. Winter was the worst. Winters sometimes caused domestic windows to crack. The ice formed along the bottoms of the lowest panes of glass. It made a “U” shape. … More Lighting the Way Back
Just a little verbal verbiage or fun! – Are you fed up with people who don’t answer the question and say nothing – at length? Here are some originals – they are: “Answers to 2020” ( – but – Please Supply Your Own Questions and Please Read Aloud). “There are times to say it as … More What Say? Say What?
R S Thomas the poet spoke about Evans. (Link here) Yes. He knew him well. And Evans was lucky. For Thomas (R S) gave him a place in all eternity. A solid place. In a black and white printed eternity. Nothing grey about that. Unequivocal. Thomas (apparently) faced the world in his Black and White. … More unrhyw un neb a rhywun
So (now) we live politically. Who ordained that? Who gave the first insincere hug? (or was it a kiss?) Which person first lied “Excellent” (and to whom?) – when what was seen was plainly not (or OgdenNash-ly -Un)? Who knew that we would pay dear (dearly dear) (dear dear!) for it all? Who (stupid) transmuted … More Dear Friend! … (somebody get that bum outta here…)
There aren’t those Wednesdays now. They are gone. There isn’t even climate like that. (Everybody should understand that too). That is gone. Blown away. (By the wind though – not amazement). So what was it? Nice is what it was. The colours of spring and summer were really Ilford (sometimes Kodacolor) but never Agfa (time … More Rewarding Music
And I have not always lived here. I lived there. And there. Oh, and there. Also. Most solutions are urban. That is to say that most solutions are for cities. But all problems are universal. But solutions are not universal. I lived an urban life. Urban support. Urban need. Urban facilities. Urban entitlement. I took … More Eleven Eleven Eleven
War ended. Influence started. That lasted. Has it gone? Which war? That war. The Second War. Is it done? Well, Yes – and No. Major influences became words. “Don’t”. “No”. “Enough” (meaning “no more”). “Plenty” (meaning “no more”). “One” (as in “take one” – with the emphasis on “one”). “See” (meaning “no more”, “enough”). “Er” … More Cookery Nook
As much as it is practically impossible to write a fair appreciation of one’s teachers, it might be worth trying. Sadly, this often means that to some extent, the writer becomes the central figure at least in the introduction. Maybe this is why so few people do it. Most of my teachers are now dead … More James Clifford Brown – Musician Composer Teacher – A Memoir
When recalling one’s home town, smell often plays a primary role. (The title here is adapted from a little exercise recently carried out online in California). Growing up in an area which we now are told, was one of industrial decline, it is hard to recall the smells, for they are no longer in the … More What Smell Reminds You Of Your Home Town?