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By Hole Ousia Posted on July 29, 2018February 6, 2023

It was the singing

One of my favourite poems is ‘Two Girls Singing’ by Iain Crichton Smith: I have wondered if Julian Barnes had read this poem before writing ‘Metroland’? Here the poet Tomas Tranströmer … Continue reading It was the singing

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By Hole Ousia Posted on May 8, 2017January 30, 2023

Gardens of the Mind

I have put together this post in my appreciation for Geoffrey Jellicoe (1900 -1996). Jellicoe was an architect, landscape architect, historian, traveller, lecturer and author. He has been a lasting … Continue reading Gardens of the Mind

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