Of perfumed poems
Freedom gained?
What is freedom? Options? Room for manoeuvre? Time? Carte blanche and blank cheques? Absence of censorship? Self-mastery? Purpose?
Recently I’ve...
The stuff of wine
Harry Eyres is a poet and a vintner, and his book on Horace is a delight that will be reviewed...
On dry humour
This evokes oak paneled rooms in ancient colleges, and the quiet clinking of glasses interspersed with the odd guffaw.
‘A...
Be sweet, be useful, and even be true
It seems Horace wanted to fulfill this injunction, intending his poems to be ‘helpers of humanity’.
Perhaps another reason his...
Definitions of philosophy II
I read and think quite a bit. However, when it comes to Western philosophy, it has always felt like a...
Poetry as redemption
Harry Eyres’ book is as much about the nature of poetry as about Horace, and I was struck by this...
Mercury as maestro
I love this depiction of Mercury as a gold-baton waving maestro easing our passage. May he play you a world-embracing symphony.
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Horace’s idyll
Horace wrote the original script of all our Tuscan dreams of sun-opened flowers and hilltop villas.
‘O you who rejoice...
Of words, wording and eternity
Part of my blogophyte journey has been to learn about some of the technical workings of the online world, among...
Wine and humility
Horace, it seems, drank humble wine and was himself a humble man. I loved this use of wine as an...
Mind the (heart-shaped) gap
Ah, heart-shaped gaps! How many people walk around with these, whether in their personal, professional, cultural or spiritual life? May...
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