Deb’s Delight
A small grimy engine with a high smoke stack and prairie-type buffers pulled a string of tarnished brown coaches…
Waning Genius in Venice
Never has an artist been more fused with his city. All first visitors to Venice familiar with his work…
A Letter to Wat Tyler
Dear Wat, I think you would be baffled to know that a thousand years after you were slashed and stabbed,…
Kindness and Truth
A Light Song of Light, Kei Miller, Carcanet, 80pp, £9.95 (paperback) ‘[A] story will come to steal your breath,’…
A Diasporic Renaissance Man
Looking Out, Looking In: New and Selected Poems, E. A. Markham, Anvil, 256pp, £14.95 (paperback) When Edward Archie Markham…
The Cloister and the Art
Seville’s Museum of Fine Art is a gentle, serene series of galleries on two floors, set around a large…
Racine in Mary McCarthy’s A Charmed Life
Mary McCarthy’s best and most satirical novel, A Charmed Life (1955), centres on her autobiographical heroine, Martha Sinnott, and…
Providence
In her floating skirts she fell With the perfect rhythm of the swing Which had raised her to the…
Three Poems
Nocturnes after William Degouve De Nuncques Nocturne in the Royal Park, Brussels Left, right, straight on, fawn paths separate…
Roadworks Tehran 1978
Roadbuilders move to the rhythms of a coughing puppeteer. Crouching behind white blocks of stone only their bare feet…
An Uncollected Poem and the ‘Madrid Journal’
This poem and Bernard Spencer’s journal are a fine discovery. The journals have the haunting brilliance of his best…
The Pilgrim of Eternity: on Dante’s La Vita Nuova and Commedia
In Dante’s world there can be no tragedy. Everything has its time and place and just outcome.
Murdoch’s London
Like Dickens, Woolf and Ackroyd, Iris Murdoch is a London novelist. It is high time for a full-length study of this subject.
Non-Negotiables
An effective hostage negotiator will need to ask such question as: what are the reasons, stated and hidden, for the taking of hostages?
Under the Minarets
The moon is as ripe and heavy as a piece of fruit about to fall. Above us, the domes loom, fat and golden. Minarets conjure Samarkand, Bukhara, St. Petersburg. Beyond the lawns, the Number Two to Rottingdean chugs past.
The Patron Saint of Remaindered Books
She haunts the bargain bookshops, calls them to her softly, hears the faint
Letting Go
This is an excerpt of this lovely poem. It should display on the front end of this site.