My mother is saying ‘Now’

St Oswald’s Ashbourne, Friday 30 May 2014 (service and lunch for retired clergy), on these readings  A matter of questions about words and names, says Gallio in the first reading, and he isn’t interested in questions like that. Nonetheless I would like to preach about words, two in particular. The word Now, because in this […]

Smoke-mirled, blue-black

I came home this morning with windfall damsons tumbling out of the bicycle panniers, and heard from the Lodger that Seamus Heaney has died. We drank a toast to him in sloe gin. I make sloe gin because, nearly eighteen years ago, I stayed for a few days with Christopher during the October school holiday. […]

An Italian Alphabet: U-G

U Über allen Gipfeln ist Ruh. Is it Heine? and what is the rest of it? U: Goethe. Über allen Gipfeln ist Ruh, in allen Wipfeln spürest du kaum einen Hauch; die Vögelein schweigen im Walde, warte nur, balde ruhest du auch! The Wandrers Nachtlied II, set to music by a great many people I’ve […]