Wuthering Heights – a first reaction

It feels as though this novel will stay with me for a while yet- there is much to still digest and marinate. Distil and conjecture.  Firstly, it is the first book I have approached in recent memory that deserves the epithet Great Literature (capitalisation included). I have found much of the worthy canon difficult toContinue reading “Wuthering Heights – a first reaction”

Perception and Beauty – what is objective?

I am intrigued that since moving to London in September a number of (normally very brusque and honest) friends and family have told me how well I look, how pretty. How beautiful.  Vanity aside, the phenomena is interesting. I do not believe much has changed in the past year in regards physical appearance- my hair,Continue reading “Perception and Beauty – what is objective?”

The Garden My Visions

I have nothing to say today, nothing is flowing: too much to do, too full of unknowing. A buzz in the air as roses still thrive; a breath of a moment. Of being alive. Yet wind in the trees speak of stories to come. Of whistles and whirrings and comets. Yes one. Implosions of hopeContinue reading “The Garden My Visions”

A Book of Old Ballads, a Foreword by Beverly Nichols

ife has so twisted things that there are no longer any clean swords nor great causes, nor black enemies. And the flags do not know which way to flutter, so contrary are the winds of the modern world. All is doubt. And doubt’s colour is grey. Grey is no colour for a ballad.