Sunday’s Paintings and Poetry: The Prophet Elias and the Widow of Sarepta, Bernardo Strozzi

How is the lady a child?
Doesn’t the prophet know
Her childbearing strength?
In his tender consideration?

The veil garment of world
Are we not from the same
Origin, the painting is it
Not of Renaissance period?

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Saturday’s The Londoners: Timothy

Short Story Number 4 Timothy

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This short story explores two distinctive characters and their attitudes in life, and explores their interaction thoroughly and attentively.

The realism with which she calmly talked about her life, despite it’s fullness, the spirit of her attitude and outlook that made it depressing to listen to her. It wasn’t that she didn’t have an interesting life, it was how she’d managed to make it monotonous that was questionable. He was fortunate so far as he was always had active ideas he could connect up – it was her inner emptiness that made him think he was being excessive but it was just enthusiasm, nor was it some vanity or falsity. To oneself or others or foolish whimsy, but just less subdued by the familiarity of her routine. The bar was busy, Rupert and Greg had already gone off to chat at a nearby table, (they always paired off together, anyway) whenever they hung out with anyone, to leave Timothy to it.

She thought he was an intellectual, who enjoyed his own company, who didn’t care for alcohol and had made his mind his best friend. She kept herself to herself, whereas he had always anticipated more from life in his exploration and experimenting on his own. Maybe adulthood had taken her sense of expectation and optimism from the separations, the desolation, and the sense of the workplace, that kept her there and didn’t allow her imagination to flourish, beyond what she used to know having a good time at college, she was busy these days.

Maybe he had read an out-of-the-way book, she could borrow, she was eager to learn more, she wanted to try something new, he had left with his books, and she resumed her work duty, Rupert and Greg joined him, to leave the place together. He wrote in his journal, of the new town he wrote, with all it’s characters. He was a habit he had picked up from his father, who was a Professor of English at Manchester University, who used to be a Glastonbury going hippy in his hey day. Timothy was from the same town as the Boy from Bath.

She didn’t want to think, just to have a good time. the less she could think, the better, she hated to be on her own. She was a person who required a kind of man who could chase her through the house, who would surprise her with animated gestures and carouse in drunken merriment shouting over dance music where the bass boomed.He was an easy going man, not the liveliest of the pack, a man who sit amongst others, watch others and take notes. He was suited to someone who made more of what he had thought, someone who was impressed by the intellect, and by cultural knowledge, and worldly turns of phrase,verbose with wit and sarcasm.

He was easily influenced by negative moods and would make much of a vibe of a place – so that it was hard to say anything to him that didn’t feel buoyant to him, he was a literate middle class guy who could not face reality and talked endlessly like at a tea party, all the time, and ran at the sight of anything personable and affecting, or left him to consider a given thing by himself,an expression of mediocrity that wouldn’t harm anyone was the only way you could get through to him, which was precisely not to get through to him and who he was, actually was.

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Akhmatova Article: A Ride, The Poem and The Metres

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A Ride

My feather was brushing the top of the carriage
And I was looking into his eyes.
There was a pining in my heart
I could not recognise.

The evening was windless, chained
Solidly under a cloudbank,
As if someone had drawn the Bois de Boulogne
In an old album in black Indian ink.

A mingled smell of lilac and benzine,
A peaceful watchfulness.
His hand touched my knees
A second time almost without trembling.

This is one of my favourite poems. Akhmatova is likening, an out of character moment of uncontrolled passion, to a longing she cannot recognise. It gives you a sense of her overpowering feelings. This poem is about a scene in a train, it captures a personal moment between two people vividly. It is a sensuous poem, but the strong feelings expressed are offset by the delicate image of the feather on Akhmatova’s hat, which the poem sets as the tone, as the opening image, to give the poem balance. ‘A peaceful watchfulness’ captures the upright character of the poem, they are both attentive, they are not debauched of heavily infatuated, that is, the two characters are on a train and are absorbed in the scene, calmly, as we are absorbed in the poem. There is the kind of passion the French would know, connoted by ‘Bois de Boulogne’ which gives a delicacy to the poem, so that there is a balance of forces, as the train, travels forth. The poem is presentable in it’s depiction of the characters, and the scene is also vivid. There is a contrast between hesitation and forthrightness, the play between the masculine and the feminine, there is great composure in the rhythm and the poem in itself.

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Shakespeare Articles: As You Like It, Freedom and Bonds

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In As You Like It, the setting is the Orchard of Oliver’s house. It is a naturalistic earthy setting, where a thousand crowns and golden profit, mingle with the setting, where there are horses, ox, and it is a ‘rustic’ setting. The area is explored, and the only spaciousness is found in the spirit of the father which Orlando ‘thinks’ is within him, suggesting a lack of connection with the bigger picture of the larger expanse, of sea and  the universe, as yet unravelled.

Space, freedom, and closeness of obligation, community, familial relations, the family tree, in the circumscribed provincial area are contrasted:

Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know
you are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle
condition of blood, you should so know me. The
courtesy of nations allows you my better, in that
you are the first-born; but the same tradition
takes not away my blood, were there twenty brothers
betwixt us: I have as much of my father in me as
you; albeit, I confess, your coming before me is
nearer to his reverence.

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Creative Writing: The Twenties

Maybe you went to University, accepted onto a course that cost thousands of pounds, when you did your additions, having spent the lot on traveling between semesters. History of Art, English Literature, mechanical engineering or any other course of your choice. Maybe you went to freshers week, finding the location and people refreshing. Maybe you worked as a clerk during your twenties and progressed to Administrator, the paperwork of so much form filling bureaucracy, small spaces you can hardly explain yourself, or be legible inside.

Maybe on the weekend you dressed to kill at Fabric, powders that brewed plots, make up that was unrelentingly you.
Maybe on your weekend you huddled at the bar with your mates, maybe you were a tea coloured Asian drinking Perrier whilst you drove your mates home, always being an example of goodness and teetotal.

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Maybe you smoked sheesha, taking after the Arabian princes, you as firey as a gun, the mist in Zu’s, the Moroccan decor turquoise, eating chicken shawarmas over donners. Maybe the graffiti artists who were accosted sprayed wildly the words ‘virgin zone’ for their own code of values we don’t know. Maybe the Pride and Prejudice gallantry of Mr Darcy style introductions were lost in other parts of London, but this was East London, not West.

Maybe the businessmen were shrewd, though this was the area that produced James Caan the millionaire, a standard of integrity, perhaps. Yet they spoke of limited goods, that you should purchase from a good friend – the business partner, passing on his number in city slickness.

Maybe as soon as you saw an alpha male you asked him the price of his Pumas, seeing who was cotching in his ride. Maybe you were listening to grime on the estate full of vitality, getting your hands dirty in the city. The grime atmospheric and gothic. You got promoted and start listening to the upmarket jazz your laidback employer, an executive at the firm listened to on suede and leather headphones.

Maybe you stayed at home with old teddies, your imagination spread out on the dog-eared page, reading historical fiction. Maybe you were in the Boleyn, playing pool wondering how you would escape the dive in your small group of friends’ pretension, listening to old Smiths records.

Maybe you staggered in drunk off your head on Stella Artois, in halls at 3am, your room full of posters affixed to the walls of Radiohead, of The Verve, of Starsailor. Maybe the music came alive when you were bright eyed and drunk, as if you could get inside the music.

Maybe you travelled a lone wolf to the wildernesses of South America drinking Ayahuasca tea feeling close to nature and the tribal spirit.

Stealing expensive price tags, in your community service you were tagged on the ankle tracking your movements, when the beat showed up arms of the law and fists of the law banging on the door, with clubs on entry, thumping house music turned down. You were sold on the advertisers quick fix, images of what took years to acquire in a snapshot or framed on some Instagram picture.

Maybe you were on company days off throwing stones into the sea at the beach and your impact the concentric rings expanded beyond your circle in London, your presence felt you were a stones throw away from the company headquarters, at the the hub, you were promoted to further departments. Your curriculum vitae your virtue was filled with skills and experience, nothing was Greek to you, you changed roles, you always played the clown.

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Tuesday’s Poetry: The Seagull’s Book, V

The Seagull’s Book, V

The feather spun downward
Through the changing skies

Into our hands as the clocks move
Was it a clue to this writing of ours?

We dip into the sea’s ink
To write of the seagull’s elation

On the wings of imagination the island…
~The seagull takes flight~

Dotted with all that’s known
The child reads the book

It opens between his fingers
In a V sign.

14th July 2018

Sunday’s Paintings and Poetry: Happy Union by Veronese

Happy Union by Veronese

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There in the sky, pattern of hands
The airy scene of the crowning
Pure and free of earth
The brown and white dog
Takes a corner
In the painting above is cloud
The horn of plenty
She sits by
As pure as the child’s mind
Infinity captured in architecture

22nd April 2018

Commentary

This painting is about purity, the earth, and the heavens. There is a great harmony that the painter depicts, a character that is whole and balanced overall, in it’s poised righteousness, nimble in attentiveness and awareness.

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If you enjoyed this blogpost, check out further blogposts in the Paintings and Poetry series by clicking the following links:

Paintings and Poetry: Donna Venusta by Hans Von Aachen (1580-1585)

Paintings and Poetry: Idle Hours by Thomas Benjamin Kennington

Paintings and Poetry: The Dream of Saint Helena by Veronese

Paintings and Poetry: Madonna of the Rabbit by Titian

Paintings and Poetry: The Campfire by Albert Bierstadt

Paintings and Poetry: A Street Show in Paris by Gabriel Jacques De Saint Aubin

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