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layanglicana
Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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Tag Archives: arts
Art: Saul Bellow
I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness which characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an … Continue reading
Look At Me, Paul Newman: Lois Wyse
There are all those movie houses Over on Third Avenue And they promise Love and romance, Easy answers and quick intrigue. Don’t the actors ever look at the people Who look at them? Lois Wyse 1926-2007 Are You Sure You … Continue reading
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To A Poet A Thousand Years Hence
I who am dead a thousand years, And wrote this sweet archaic song, Send you my words for messengers The way I shall not pass along. I care not if you bridge the seas, Or ride secure in the … Continue reading