Although I can see him still. The freckled man who goes To a grey place on a hill In grey Connemara clothes At dawn to cast his flies, It’s long since I began To call up to the eyes This wise and simple man. All day I’d looked in the face What I had hoped ‘twould be To write for my own race And the reality; The living men that I hate, The dead man that I loved, The craven man in his seat, The insolent unreproved, And no knave brought to book Who has won a drunken cheer, The witty man and his joke Aimed at the commonest ear, The clever man who cries The catch-cries of the clown, The beating down of the wise And great Art beaten down.
Maybe a twelvemonth since Suddenly I began, In scorn of this audience, Imagining a man, And his sun-freckled face, And grey Connemara cloth, Climbing up to a place Where stone is dark under froth, And the down-turn of his wrist When the flies drop in the stream; A man who does not exist, A man who is but a dream; And cried, ‘Before I am old I shall have written him one poem maybe as cold And passionate as the dawn.’
“The Fisherman”, published in 1916, depicts Yeats’ considerations into the loss of Irish tradition through the persona of a fisherman.
This image, caught on my Eastbourne seafront run last Sunday morning, made me think of The Fisherman by W. B Yeats.
I missed this at O, A’ and Degree level, then recently read David Nicholls ‘Sweet Sorrow’ which finally inspired me to give Romeo and Juliette a go. I actually listened to it on audio- I struggle to read Shakespeare, but love to listen and let that beautiful language wash over me. Looking out for a Globe production now to complete the experience.
I Go Quiet is the exquisite story of an introverted girl, struggling to find her place in a noisy world. Through the power of books, creativity and imagination, she begins to see possibilities for herself beyond the present, to a future where her voice will finally be heard.
Beautiful and Inspirational. As an only child this would have reassured me.
Shortlisted for our East Sussex Children’s Book award #ESCBA. Looking forward to meeting the author David Ouimet at the final event in June at the Hippodrome Theatre Eastbourne: https://royalhippodrome.com/
Winter afternoon treat at the Grand Hotel Eastbourne today. The epitome of old Englishness and luxury, I never tire of this fabulous hotel. Was interested to see whose shoes I followed into that beautiful building. Apparently Claude Debussy, Ernest Shackleton, Charlie Chaplin, Dame Helen Mirren, John Hurt and Bros have all preceded me:
It was announced today (Wednesday) that Terry Jones, founder member of Monty Python, had died at 77.
Terence Jones is a Welsh actor, writer, comedian, screenwriter, film director and historian- most famously a member of the Monty Python comedy team. He created Monty Python’s Flying Circus with Cambridge graduates Eric Idle, John Cleese, Graham Chapman and Terry Gilliam. He made his directorial debut with the team’s first film, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, which he co-directed with Gilliam, and also directed the subsequent Python films, Life of Brian and The Meaning of Life.