Let the Mountain Sing its Own Song
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer Robert Burns,…
Growing Up a Flaneur
As a boy I wandered through the streets, stores and parks of my East Bronx neighbourhood avidly noticing everything that…
Edmund Spenser’s Pictures
In forrein costes, men sayd, was plenty: And so there is, but all of miserye. I dempt there much to…
Ai Weiwei – A Man in the Way
Ai Weiwei, The Royal Academy of Arts, 19 September – 13 December 2015 I’m writing this in the run-up to…
‘I the sculptor am the landscape’ – Barbara Hepworth’s Roots of Stone
This year London houses a major retrospective of the work of Barbara Hepworth alongside her friend and contemporary Henry Moore…
The Story Behind Storysongs
The highly regarded poetry publisher Agenda has, exceptionally, produced a bilingual double-fronted hardback book of animal whimsies for children,…
The 21st Century: The Moon Under Water
London, 1946: bombed buildings, bad food and black market spivs. While recent World War victory and Attlee’s new Welfare…
My London
Alessandro is the twelfth writer in the My London series. He is the founder of Hesperus Press, Alma Books and…
The Woolfs’ Hogarth Press and Katherine Mansfield’s Prelude (1918)
‘We have bought our Press! We don’t know how to work it, but now I must find some young novelists…
The Skull Beneath the Skin – free to read
Alexander de Cadenet, (1974-) , The Collector (Violet), 2015, Photographic print on aluminium , 120 x 95 cm (47,2…
In The Tarkine
‘It is too far south for spices and too close to the rim of the earth to be inhabited…
Creating the Past: Archaeological Interpretation and Poetic Imagination
On a rushy hillside in Lubitavish, Co. Antrim, a group of stones overlooks Glencorp and Glenaan onto Scotland. An…
‘Not Without Violence’: The Disappearing World of Weldon Kees
A warm night in San Francisco, October 1954. Weldon Kees is enjoying an evening’s jazz. In nine months’ time,…
The White Stag
Come October my father would get the urge for musty woodland. On Sun- days he would shake us gently…
Forster’s ‘Cow’: The Longest Journey
Among novels by Forster, The Longest Journey seems to have been the least written about independently – not as…
The Fury of Existence: The Young Martin Heidegger
Nur ein Gott kann uns noch retten: Only a god can save us. Heidegger, interview in Der Spiegel, May…
The Demise of Art Criticism
I’ve been writing art books, most but not all of them about contemporary art, for the whole of my…
The Wind in the Willows: An Absolute Necessity to Move
Kenneth Grahame’s The Wind and the Willows, though written for children, is a subtle and sophisticated work. The animals’…
The Voyage of the Ancient Mariner as Automythography
I… never exist wholly present to any Sight, to any Sound, to any Emotion, to any series of Thoughts…
The Magus of Cheshire
In 2010 – on 10/10/10, to be precise – Alan Garner celebrated fifty years of The Weirdstone of Brisingamen, his…
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