Some humans, and a Grave Man

And there I was, doing so well with the posts, for two days. There is no time this week. For anything. So here are a couple of things you might enjoy for now…

New poem from Tim Turnbull at The London Column

An online interview with the guy who does Humans of New York

That should keep you busy for a while.

Robert Graves, by Dave Hendley


John November 15, 2012 at 8:27 am

I don’t know if it’s the reason he looks so grumpy and world-weary, but the photo must have been taken just after the publication of “Translation or Travesty?: An Enquiry into Robert Graves’ version of some Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam” by John Bowen, a very sustained monstering of RG’s scholarship and reputation that was getting a lot of attention in the national press. (It comes down heavily on the side of Travesty.)

Also I have never seen a more spectacular individual wrinkle, even on Beckett or Auden, than the one running horizontally over RG’s forehead.

Ms Baroque November 21, 2012 at 5:16 pm

John, thanks for that as usual! Oh, dear. :/

And yes I’m with you re the wrinkle. Feel we ought to be spelling it with a Capital W.

Simon R. Gladdish November 15, 2012 at 12:23 pm

Dear Katy

Home, sweet home! We caught the TGV from Avignon to Paris which took three hours. I don’t know its top speed but the TGV travels so fast that you can’t read the station signs as it flashes past them. I have missed my poet friends: you, Jane and Todd (Rusty is very mean about sharing her laptop!) and a large part of me is absolutely delighted to be back in Wales.

Best wishes from Simon

Ms Baroque November 21, 2012 at 5:17 pm

Hello Simon! I’m very glad to hear this, and of course you’re glad. Wales is lovely. I thought the two of you were defecting for good. (Or ill.) x

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