I was up late last night reading Seamus Heaney’s Crediting Poetry. I picked it up off the shelf wanting his words as much as the feel of this hardcover in the small of my hand with its gold-illuminated dust jacket of honey bees entering blue, green, and red hives — an image from the Ashmole Bestiary, c. 908 more words
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In one of those curious paradoxes of time, we are simultaneously slowly reaching the end of the main tourist season whilst also whizzing through the weeks since we took over the running of… 624 more words
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The epic tale of Beowulf usually conjures images of fire breathing dragons, gruesome monsters and spectacular land battles yet in the Tron Theatre’s Changing House Lynne Parker’s production of the influential text has stripped 251 more words