I’ve been meaning to write this post for some time now – and I mean quite some time. Last Spring, as I adapted Puck of Pook’s Hill for the stage and chose Rackham illustrations to make into scenery, and later, as I rehearsed the thing with my cherry-picked cast, and then as our Monday drew close – and later again, when all was done and gone well… Only, there was always something else to post about, or perhaps it was too soon, or… you know how it goes.
But at last, here we go. Continue reading
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Autumn!
Manfred, King of Sicily – 
I first came across Tom o’Bedlam via Kipling – in 
Rant ahead, I warn you. A mild rant – but still.
I think it’s safe to assume that we’ve all begged for one more minute as children: one more minute of play before bedtime, before going to do our homework, before being given an injection… As though that “one more minute” might somehow change things…
I’ve been musing on 
Not quite poetry today – but a lovely article about poetry: finding poetry, and keeping it in one’s life, as happened to Tessa Fontaine. 
