When I stumbled across this poem, it took me back to a moment about four years ago when I was sitting in a lecture on Morphology. Our lecturer was (still is!) a fantastically interesting man named Heinz Giegerich – no link this time, but feel free to look him up yourself. He’s a German linguist […]
A sad Poetry Friday, today, with the news of the death of Nobel laureate and generally incredibly highly-esteemed Irish poet Seamus Heaney. Lots of you, like me, will have first encountered Heaney’s poetry in the AQA Anthology for English Literature at GCSE and A-Level. And, like so many other names I discovered in this way […]
Happy Poetry Friday everyone! The longest day has been and gone, and to be honest it already feels like late September in England – where I am, anyway, the skies are grey, the air is a drizzly, misty soup, and we actually lit up the woodburner last night because it was so cold. Normally, it […]
Happy Friday guys! This week’s poem is about finding value in inexpensive things – feeling like a prince when you’re living on pauper wages. I’m absolutely skint at the moment, and can definitely relate! And I’d put all the money I don’t have on a bet that there are lots of you in the same […]
Hello dear darling readers! Happy POETRY FRIDAY! I hope you all have lovely weekends stretching out in front of you (those of you who work weekends, I have been there and I feel your pain). So, the internet has been absolutely saturated with Gatsby fever-sweat. And I soon realised that while I love F. Scott […]
Just my cup of tea. Most of us know William Blake for his poetry, and in particular I think many people will call to mind his ‘Songs of Innocence and Experience’. I daresay that if you’re reading this blog you’ll also know quite a bit more about this fascinating man. But the Burning Bright exhibition […]
My grandma Rose is a very old lady, and is sadly suffering from advanced dementia. But her eyes still come alight when you bring up anything to do with history or literature, and remarkably she is still able to recite entire Shakespearean sonnets and Robbie Burns poems – in fact she loves nothing more, and […]
Do you remember still the falling stars that like swift horses through the heavens raced and suddenly leaped across the hurdles of our wishes–do you recall? And we did make so many! For there were countless numbers of stars: each time we looked above we were astounded by the swiftness of their daring play, while […]
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