Candles for Corinne
I’ve lost my story. Do you have one spare or know where I can find one? I’d pay good…
The Silence of the Sea
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Duchamp’s Demolition Job
If you go to the Barbican before June 9, you can see some extraordinary things. The most extraordinary of…
The Responsibilities of Historical Fiction
Ned Beauman, The Teleportation Accident, Sceptre, 368pp, £16.99 (hardback) Hilary Mantel, Bring Up the Bodies, Fourth Estate, 411pp, £20…
Gunslinger Redux
Edward Dorn: Collected Poems, edited by Jennifer Dunbar Dorn, Carcanet, 1000pp, £25 (paperback) Westward Haut, Edward Dorn, Etruscan Books,…
Manet and Picasso
Manet: Portraying Life, The Royal Academy 26  

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2013 Becoming Picasso,…
Time of Useful Consciousness
Time of Useful Consciousness, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, New Directions, 96pp, £14.50 (hardback) Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s poetry has outsold his contemporaries. And…
Ancient Flints or Tinned Food
Rome on the Euphrates: The Story of a Frontier, by Freya Stark, Murray/Tauris, 528pp, £12.99 (paperback) When Dame Freya…
A British Original
Edward Lucie-Smith discusses the work of one Young British Artist, Outsider artist Joe Machine.
Vessels in White and Black
Gordon Baldwin is one of Britain’s most assured and original artists. He is thought of as a potter, but…
Loving Turgenev
In 1881, while visiting Tolstoy at Yasnaya Polyana, Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev (1818-83) joined in the birthday merrymaking, much to…
Entente Cordiale
Over  

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centuries  

London  

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played  

host  

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many…
The Last Organ Maker of Bethnal Green
An essay on the mastery of the Mander Workshop who have built the organ for the Queen’s 60th anniversary to be placed in Westminster Abbey later this year.
Spark: A Landscape of Letters and Life
An essay exploring the letters and life of Muriel Spark using her archives.
Spindly Fingers
Conductor’s  

hands  

rise  

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fall  

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free-floating  

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leaf, yet…
Shadow Dance
My shadow kissed your hands’ shadow as the sun set. Your hands’ shadow put the shadow of a grape…
The Silence of Nudists
I watched an old nudist tonight wading from the bank of the river, his frail limbs the glowing white…
The Burghers of Calais, after Auguste Rodin
Connoisseurs of the smart move, appraising the prices of commodities and men, they stepped up against their instincts, their…
Louis MacNeice
That saturnine, mercurial Irishman would sit in bars and scribble lines on beer-mats, not bothering tra-la to scan mechanically…
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