Poems for my family 006 – Cavafy
This poem has been in my mental saddlebags for about a quarter of a century. I can't remember how I...
Not yet fully formed
A wonderful comment by Zorba regarding the mental development of his boss. Not, perhaps, a line to try on your...
Time-dimmed benevolence
This makes me think of grainy photos of harmless-looking old men whom you then discover are former Nazi or other...
A load of old bull
Here Patrick Leigh Fermor tests the veracity of a much touted myth about Maniots in the Peloponnese being bull wrestlers. ...
Sun-darkening arrows
Describing the shower of arrows at Thermopylae falling so thick and fast that they blot out the sun's light. Leonidas,...
Sheer from the sea
In 1916, in the middle of the First World War, Louis Golding sailed passed Ithaca. Minds were on other things...
Far-away conches
Enticing, that 'rumour', a faint whisper from a distant conch, echoes of the sea rebounding around the ravine. And those...
And this is my epic…
Listening time: under 4 minutes.
A marvelous account of a butcher bursting in to Lawrence Durrell's office during...
Mamma turns up
A few signals to keep an eye out for so you don't miss the moment a god may show up:...
My kinda cats – II
Generally speaking, I'm not a big cat fan, preferring dogs all round. However, although I can be dismissive of the...
Hare-bell sea
A lyrical description of the Greek island of Thera, bursting with flowers and trees, and all sloping down to a...
Helot-haunted lowlands
Helots were the serfs of ancient Sparta, from the town of Laconia and only a notch above slaves.
They were...
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