Fugitive Love and the Runaway Heart
The exceptional brilliance of his works, his contradictory nature, his desire to bring together faith and intelligence, classical and Christian civilization, the old wine and the new…
The exceptional brilliance of his works, his contradictory nature, his desire to bring together faith and intelligence, classical and Christian civilization, the old wine and the new…
Yes – look - all these people - I made them, animals Too, plants, insects --all You can see. It rankles How they waste their lives -…
For Margaret Eddowes Now’s the time to set sorrow to a song, While all the days of summer start, And renew the duties that belong To feeling,…
Almost anyone who has taught film studies has drawn on one of the numerous editions of the superb textbook by David Bordwell and Kristin Thompson Film Art.…
I At the end of a clear blue day, entwined honeysuckle & jasmine stamens lust for tasting, the hour loneliness lay open to the sky. You came…
Love has inspired countless composers, some of whom have written pieces dedicated to, or directly inspired by, their own beloveds. Here are ten of the best musical…
As many coming-of-age stories do, Charles Dickens’ David Copperfield begins with a lonely child trying to find his way in the world. As a boy—lost, alone, and…
1. In Bleeding Heart Yard I cannot see you, touch you, cannot feel You in my embrace - myself in yours - The warmth, the flow and…
is a faith in the fact of the body, the fact to be entered and known until body and impulse are coherent for love, and steadfast breathing…
We sat side by side, watching the sun recede Knowing, with a kind of resigned assurance, that we would never remember tomorrow what had happened…
Walking into the Reform Club in London’s ritzy Pall Mall, the aspirations of a 26-year-old American student had come true. Recently graduated from Yale but deciding against…
Burial The still, calm silence of the morning Breaks into hammering – hard, Sharp and ringing – metal on metal: Somewhere in a neighbouring garden I guess…
Poor Catullus, end this idiocy; put a full stop to the story. It’s all over. True, you had days of blinding sunshine when she led you time…
From here you look down On the whole spit that divides The harbour from the coast, And see the long ocean beach, The littleness of buildings In…
Some years ago, Jerry and I had dinner in Washington D.C. with a learned and accomplished professorial couple who’d been married and deeply in love for their…