Category Archives: Poetry

Cyclops

This is the third book of poems by David Attwooll with pictures by Andrew Walton. The previous two books resulted from shared walks around Oxford. This last book circles around David’s final illness. He died in August 2016 from Erdheim … Read more

The Poetry Of Forms

To get the new year off to a good start we went down to Margate for a rare chance to see work by Hans/Jean Arp. He was born in Strasbourg, the son of a French mother and a German father. … Read more

Ouvrez Les Fenêtres De Votre Coeur

The Rowley Gallery has a new, hand-painted February window. It’s a vibrant cornucopia of visual delights. The notice reads Ouvrez Les Fenêtres De Votre Coeur: A Darktown Valentine’s Window by Jonny Hannah, and wherever you look you’ll find lovehearts on … Read more

A Visit To Corsica

Our first sight of Corsica from the plane as it flies down the west coast of the island to Figari airport. Later we identified the jagged peaks on the horizon as the Aiguilles de Bavella, seven granite needles of the … Read more

Here & Now

Twig Circle Construction with found twigs I attempt to make intense, individual objects objects whose power is not dependent on where or when they are seen.

Table Work

In my Scottish studio, I work on a table. Constructed in pine, it is rather battered but stable and came from a farmhouse in Gloucestershire. It was given to me by Lily Messenger, who had lived in Rodmarton before moving … Read more

Jabberwocky

John Hurt reciting Jabberwocky, the first poem I learned by heart. He died on 27 January 2017, Lewis Carroll’s 185th birthday. If you’ve got an hour he also does a great performance of Krapp’s Last Tape.

In Arezzo

On the first Sunday of each month the streets of Arezzo are lined with stalls filled with antiques and bric-a-brac for the Fiera Antiquaria, one of the best known antiques markets in Italy.

Blue Sky Blossom

Couldn’t resist a little excursion locally to photograph blossom trees in all their finery.  And an appropriate haiku: Gazing at the cherry blossoms The bone in my neck Gets painful. (Nishiyama Soin, 1605-1682)

Otmoor

I was born just after WW2. My parents had moved to Noke when they married in the early 1940s. We lived in a tiny cottage, totally lacking modern amenities. No electricity, water from the well and an earth loo in … Read more