Tuesday, 17 March 2026
Oxford
Sunday, 15 March 2026
Laurel and Hardy at The Grand
To the Grand Theater last night and an evening of early Laurel and Hardy films (i.e. before the introduction of sound) with the melodious Neil Brand accompanying at the piano, (with occasional help from the audience). Mr. Brand's nationwide tour is to celebrate the 100 anniversary of Laurel and Hardy's comedy partnership
Tuesday, 3 March 2026
'The Glittering Prizes'
Perhaps one or twice a year I have had enough. I concede defeat. A novel is put aside unfinished. It is a sort of failure, there is a lingering thought that it just might get better, but sometimes one just cannot continue reading it. It has become unbearable.
Last month was one of those times. The book in question: 'The Glittering Prizes', by Frederick Raphael, published in 1976. On the Penguin paperback edition of the actor Tom Conti as the main character Adam Morris, from the BBC adaptation 0f 1976. I mean I wanted to like it. Being set in post-war Cambridge I thought it might offer some incite into University life. It may well have, but I can't get over the unlikeable, irritating characters. (Perhaps that's the point, perhaps that's the way they're meant to be) Not only that, they are all of an amorphous lump without any discernable character. The best part was Adam's friendship with his fellow undergrad Donald - a sort of anti-Brideshead Revisited - it really was affecting. But then we were back to University life....
I tried the BBC adaptation in the hope it might help, and some extent it did, but it was spoilt by Tom Conti's bizarrely 'mannered' performance.
Monday, 2 March 2026
March
March by John Clare (1793-1864)
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comes
In hail and snow and rain and threatning hums
And floods: while often at his cottage door
The shepherd stands to hear the distant roar
Loosd from the rushing mills and river locks
Wi thundering sound and over powering shocks
And headlong hurry thro the meadow brigs
Brushing the leaning sallows fingering twigs
In feathery foam and eddy hissing chase
Rolling a storm oertaken travellers pace
From bank to bank along the meadow leas
Spreading and shining like to little seas
While in the pale sunlight a watery brood
Of swopping white birds flock about the flood
Friday, 20 February 2026
Own work: San Pietro della Immagini
Have sort of finished this, the façade of the Sardinian Romanesque church of San Pietro della Immagini - St Peter of the Images. The images being a Deposition group of polychromatic sculptures that was once housed in the church. St Peter's is situated in the small town of Bulzi. Not really that happy with it, but I can't honestly see a way forward.
Sunday, 15 February 2026
Turner and Constable
Sunday, 1 February 2026
February
The thatch moss grows in brighter green;
And eaves in quick succession drop,
Where grinning icicles have been,
Pit-patting with a pleasant noise
In tubs set by the cottage-door;
While ducks and geese, with happy joys,
Plunge in the yard-pond brimming o'er.
The sun peeps through the window-pane;
Which children mark with laughing eye,
And in the wet street steal again
To tell each other spring is nigh:
Then, as young hope the past recalls,
In playing groups they often draw,
To build beside the sunny walls
Their spring-time huts of sticks or straw.
Tuesday, 27 January 2026
Rainy Old London
Monday, 26 January 2026
Joseph Wright of Derby: Out of the Shadows
Sunday, 18 January 2026
'Our Town'
Wednesday, 7 January 2026
'The Weirdstone of Brisingamen'
Sunday, 4 January 2026
The National Gallery: Siena and the rise of Painting 1300-1350 Part Two
Well, here, finally, after an very long wait, is the 2nd part of my review of 'Siena and the Rise of Painting 1300-1350' at the National Gallery. I'm not that sure it makes much sense. Make of it what you will.
And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.
Now to the actual exhibition, and as is so often the case with exhibitions of this type, it is haunted by absence. In many ways the viewer is presented with a mystery. In this particular case there is the unknowable, yet palpable, presence of the Medieval city, which sometimes saw itself as the New Jerusalem.
* On June 9th, 1311, the newly complete altarpiece, the embodiment of the cultural, political, economic, and spiritual power and aspiration of the city was brought in procession from Duccio's workshop to the cathedral. Like the Ark of Covenant, in 1 Samuel 6 and 1 Chronicles 13 it rode upon a cart drawn by oxen to its resting place. The Theotokos being the ark of the New Covenant, and the tabernacle in the passage quoted at the head of this post which is from the Book of Revelations. This extremely large double-sided altarpiece was placed behind the High Altar until it fell victim to fashion and was eventually riven asunder, with parts of the predella ending up in the National Gallery.
Thursday, 1 January 2026
January
New Year's Day The Feast of the Circumcision
January by John Clare (1793-1864)
While comfort flyes to close shut rooms
And sees the snow in feathers pass
Winnowing by the window glass
And unfelt tempests howl and beat
Above his head in corner seat
And musing oer the changing scene
Farmers behind the tavern screen
Sit-or wi elbow idly prest
On hob reclines the corners guest
Reading the news to mark again
The bankrupt lists or price of grain
Or old moores anual prophecys
That many a theme for talk supplys
Whose almanacks thumbd pages swarm
Wi frost and snow and many a storm
And wisdom gossipd from the stars
Of polities and bloody wars
He shakes his head and still proceeds

