Since Thomas Blood was pardoned by the king for trying to make off with the Crown Jewels, it seems a small imposture to act tourist and cross the Liberties in…
Having heard the tales of Huguenots and Dumas’ fictional Count imprisoned there, we sail from Vieux-Port to Château d’If, that brittle limestone white against the blue.
Where Eden, Caldew and smooth Petteril meet, sits England’s northmost city: Cumbrian Carlisle. The Scottish border’s close; while within reach, The Solway Firth, the Pennines and the Lakes. A border…
Rosen insisted that to understand music in particular, and art and literature in general, one must take a historicist viewpoint, as well as engaging with it on many levels simultaneously.
The democratising and destructive nature of 12-tone music, whereby the selected tone row is both liberating and tyrannical, and its relationship to architecture, literature, and the visual arts, has long fascinated me. And, conceptually speaking, the Gesamtkunstwerk that is the Christian cathedral and its sonorous rites.
One could imagine a Piranesi of the page constructing sonnets like carceri to shore against their ruins – and ours.
Nolan brings to them the same concentration one brings to a page of Celan: nothing is throwaway, everything is load-bearing...
On rue de Verneuil in Paris’s elegant 7th arrondissement, two buildings stand roughly opposite each other. At number 5 bis is the home in which Serge Gainsbourg lived out his…
This immensely enjoyable chamber music recital afforded a rare opportunity to experience the evolution of the piano trio across three distinct musical epochs.
A fugue on both our houses to know we inhabit these different worlds counterpointed, in contrasting modes. Yours, warmth and colour and light and enchantment; mine, icy winds and ruins rising from a winter’s loam whose cadences are minor.