Archive for the ‘Musings’ Category

Hushed by beauty

Posted by Susan Tomes on 9 May 2009 under Daily Life, Inspirations, Musings  •  Leave a comment

Bob and I stopped work a bit early and drove to Richmond Park to walk in the Isabella Plantation, a large enclosed garden within the park. The first time I ever saw the Isabella Plantation in springtime, someone had tipped me off that I shouldn’t miss the sight of it with the azaleas in full […]

Upon Westminster Bridge

Posted by Susan Tomes on 8 May 2009 under Books, Daily Life, Musings  •  1 Comment

The BBC’s poetry season included a sweet programme last night about Wordsworth’s poem ‘Lines Composed Upon Westminster Bridge’. Presenter and poet Owen Sheers shared his lovely insight that the poem has become more, not less resonant over the years. The surprise of finding oneself on the bridge with the sudden sense of air, light, space […]

Vanishing Bowl

Posted by Susan Tomes on 6 May 2009 under Daily Life, Musings  •  Leave a comment

A few days ago I wrote about our cat dragging her water bowl around the kitchen floor. It’s a topic I never thought I would mention again. However, last night when we were giving the cat a bit of supper, we suddenly noticed that her pottery drinking bowl had gone. It was simply not there. […]

A Bengali Romeo

Posted by Susan Tomes on 17 April 2009 under Musings  •  Leave a comment

We went to the Tara Arts Centre in Wandsworth to see ‘People’s Romeo’, a delightful cross-cultural production re-telling Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’ in a simplified form, as might be used by travelling actors in a Bengali market-place. The performance took place in a tiny dark studio. Three musicians, playing Indian instruments, also danced and played […]

The difficulty of being good all the way through

Posted by Susan Tomes on 13 April 2009 under Concerts, Musings  •  Leave a comment

We went to the Orange Tree Theatre to see the premiere of a play, ‘The Story of Vasco’, translated and adapted by Ted Hughes from an original play by Lebanese writer Georges Schehadé. Hughes’ adaptation had never before been performed in its entirety; the director had rescued it from Hughes’s papers in an American university […]