I did a sermon on Sunday
Click here for a link to the text and a further link to hear a recording of the sermon. The title is Why Am I a Christian
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Three images of Venice
Gondolier heads beside the Hard Rock Cafe - Venice
Monday, August 05, 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Some photos
I've been sorting out some photos I'm uploading some to my flickr photostream. Here are one or two of them to whet your appetite. Perhaps! I'm using some of these to help with my writing on the River Wandle.
This is called Electric Knot South Wimbledon Sub Station.
This is called Electric Knot South Wimbledon Sub Station.
Monday, June 03, 2013
After Ariel
We went to hear a reading of Sylvia Plath's collection of poetry Ariel to mark fifty years since Sylvia Plath's death.
It was an extraordinary evening.
After Ariel
That night the moon
dragged its blood bag, sick
Animal
Up over the harbour lights.
And then grew normal,
Hard and apart and white.’
From Lesbos by Sylvia Plath
As we crossed the river north
over Waterloo Bridge
the night they read Ariel to us,
the full moon rose red
like a discarded petal
beyond the cold grey dome
of Saint Paul’s.
But we travelled on West
through Knightsbridge
in hushed silence
its darkened streets
towering around us.
Hearing her poems
defiant and insistent
settling on memory,
passing street lights
that picked out
bridal window displays –
French lace
and embroidered tulle,
imagining the gowns
stained her colour
in this moonlight.
And still later along darker
sub-urban streets,
I caught a glimpse of the moon again.
Now its large, pure white disc
still rising slowly
like a silent bride
throwing its bouquet of distant light
to no one waiting.
© David Loffman
It was an extraordinary evening.
After Ariel
That night the moon
dragged its blood bag, sick
Animal
Up over the harbour lights.
And then grew normal,
Hard and apart and white.’
From Lesbos by Sylvia Plath
As we crossed the river north
over Waterloo Bridge
the night they read Ariel to us,
the full moon rose red
like a discarded petal
beyond the cold grey dome
of Saint Paul’s.
But we travelled on West
through Knightsbridge
in hushed silence
its darkened streets
towering around us.
Hearing her poems
defiant and insistent
settling on memory,
passing street lights
that picked out
bridal window displays –
French lace
and embroidered tulle,
imagining the gowns
stained her colour
in this moonlight.
And still later along darker
sub-urban streets,
I caught a glimpse of the moon again.
Now its large, pure white disc
still rising slowly
like a silent bride
throwing its bouquet of distant light
to no one waiting.
© David Loffman
Reading Ariel
We were there at the Royal Festival Hall on the 26 May
http://www.southbankcentre.co.uk/whatson/sylvia-plaths-ariel-73622
It was good!!
http://www.southbankcentre.co.uk/whatson/sylvia-plaths-ariel-73622
It was good!!
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Monday, March 04, 2013
A Couple of Readings
I've been invited to read a poem - along with another 20 or so poets - at The Troubadour on Monday 11 March at 8.00. The theme of the evening will be poems about 'cities'. I'm probably going to read a Wandle poem.
My cousin Jeff is reading at The Old Ship in Richmond as part of the launch of the new issue of Ariadne's Thread issue 5 on Tuesday 5 March. I might even get a chance to read a war poem if it feels right.
My cousin Jeff is reading at The Old Ship in Richmond as part of the launch of the new issue of Ariadne's Thread issue 5 on Tuesday 5 March. I might even get a chance to read a war poem if it feels right.