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Hace 1 día · William Barnes and Dame Edith Sitwell. Released On: 07 Jul 2024. Available for 30 days. Daljit Nagra finds another rich highlight from the BBC's poetry archive. Read more.
Hace 3 días · The source material for this, his second opera, is The English Eccentrics by British author Edith Sitwell – who was, like the composer, quite the eccentric herself. Published in 1933, this collection of anecdotes about Regency-period oddballs of the first order was adapted by librettist Geoffrey Dunn.
Hace 2 días · En 1955, un seminarista estadounidense que estudiaba en Lovaina (Bélgica) leyó un verso de un poema que cambió su vida y, con el tiempo, el mundo. El poema que sacudió al venerable Aloysius Schwartz fue Still Falls the Rain [Aún cae la lluvia], de la poetisa británica Edith Sitwell, tras el bombardeo de una escuadrilla aérea alemana en 1940.
Hace 3 días · But Williamson’s delightfully inventive, mercurial score which borrows from all kinds of sources and Geoffrey Dunn’s sharp-witted libretto, based on Edith Sitwell’s 1933 anecdotal book – she a consummate eccentric herself – combine for an unforgettable peep into not only the lives of so-called eccentrics but the perplexity ...
Hace 3 días · There was also huge snobbery: on meeting DH Lawrence, Edith Sitwell wrote that he was “like a plaster gnome on a stone toadstool in some suburban garden”. Against this stood writers such as Richard Sudell, who argued: “We all desire a more beautiful world, a world which will inspire us to do better and nobler things.” ... Sudell was the ...
Hace 4 días · In a fascinating new study of Sudell and suburban gardens, Behind The Privet Hedge, the author Michael Gilson dubs his subject “the patron saint of crazy paving”. He was also a radical, a democrat and a visionary. Sudell was the opposite of Dame Edith: a working-class boy who left school at 14. He was a Quaker whose conscientious objection ...
Hace 2 días · Answers. I kept my answers small and kept them near; Big questions bruised my mind but still I let. Small answers be a bullwark to my fear. The huge abstractions I kept from the light; Small things I handled and caressed and loved.
