Once upon a time there was a little ghost. It lived all alone in the forest. All the other ghosts were born in the forest because they died there. They were very old or very young, and their families were…
Once upon a time there was a little ghost. It lived all alone in the forest. All the other ghosts were born in the forest because they died there. They were very old or very young, and their families were…
It is that time of year again – time for the next Hobbit movie, a chance to escape back into the magical world of Middle Earth. The first Hobbit film was too long, but it was also the first film I saw…
“My chief aim is to make a poem. You make it for yourself firstly, and then if other people want to join in then there we are,” said R. S. Thomas. We’re half way through his centenary year: a Welsh…
Known as the “pope of literature” to Germans, and self-styled as “Germany’s literary hangman”, Marcel Reich-Ranicki was not an easy critic. He unapologetically followed Fontane’s maxim that “Schlecht ist schlecht und muß gesagt warden” (Erst leben, dann spielen. Über polnische Literatur. Wallstein 2002, p.183). His life was not easy,…
One of my favourite poets, in the original and then in translation by a wonderful team.
Robert Bringhurst says of one of his own complex poems (involving three layers of text to be read/spoken simultaneously) that ‘The ideal reader for this poem…is not a person with three heads but a person with two friends.’