A Bronx ChildhoodReviews I return every four or five years to my old neighbourhood and home borough, the Bronx, out of a…
Love and FriendshipReviews Living on Paper: Letters from Iris Murdoch 1934-1995 Edited by Avril Horner and Anne Rowe, Chatto and Windus, 2015,…
My LondonEssays I have lived all over the world, from Kenya and New York to Florence and the Cotswolds, with the…
An Exploding GoldmineReviews From Bow to Biennale: Artists of the East London Group, David Buckman, Francis Boutle Publishers, 2012, 382pp, £30 (paperback)…
Essay | Cliché as ‘Responsible speech’: Geoffrey Hill by Christopher RicksEssaysGeoffrey Hill, who died on 20th June 2016, was a great poet, a major poet. To celebrate him, we have pulled from…
Through the Witch WindowPoetry Soon I’ll be lucent, at your witch window, hand raised ready to knock. There are no lies hidden between…
CheveningPoetry This is the real England, I say, so what do you think? It’s a place of trees; of apple,…
Here Because We’re Here (again)Reviews Poetry of the Second World War: An International Anthology, edited and introduced by Desmond Graham, Vintage, 2011, 320pp., £12.99…
SibeliusPoetry It’s January. A swan’s wing overhead reminds you of his fifth but also of his death, that skein breaking…
Pwyll and Rhiannon, from The MabinogiPoetry It’s little more than a bump in the land, a footnote in the catalogue of hills, crags and ridges,…
An Everyday Story of HydrographyEssays ‘No one’s interested so I gave it to Pete the Gardener’. As my grandmother aged, Pete the gardener gained…
The Shopping TrolleyFiction The kids fought over pushing it to the top of the hill, to their ‘launch pad’ above the shopping…
Second SightPoetry He’s come to see me off. Limps up the platform after me. I lose sight of him while I…
Low AltitudePoetry Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure. ————————————— — Rumi I fly at a delicately-low…
KintsukuroiPoetry —The cracked bowl that I mean to repair everyday keeps getting neglected by my secret awe for bone china…
The Real ThingReviewsDerek Hill: A Centenary Exhibition, The Redfern Gallery, London, 9 – 16 May 2016 In 1961 Bryan Robertson, the innovative…
The WhalesPoetry Any day now, they will rise again through their cauldron of green bubbles – the gulls lifting off and…
From a Hotel LobbyReviews The Hotel Years, Joseph Roth, translated by Michael Hofmann, Granta, 2016, 288pp, £16.99 (hardback) For Joseph Roth, the…
Lieutenant Schmidt’s Ideal LadyPoetry The Lady at the Kiev Racecourse A new century not long begun: a young man, unhappily married and between…
On St Cecilia’s DayPoetry Stop listening to that music and hear instead what the dead are saying who were buried on this day…
Hell is Other Irish PeopleReviews The Dirty Dust, Mártín Ó’Cadhain, translated by Alan Titley, Yale University Press, 2015, 328pp., £16.99 (hardcover) ‘Unless the clay…
The Death of the Literary PatronEssays During a recent drive-by of the Saatchi Gallery, in Duke of York Square, I found myself pondering the good…
The Abstract and the ConcreteReviews The operas of Pietro Mascagni have enjoyed a revival in recent years at the festivals of Britain and Ireland.…
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