I’ve just published a new article, on hymns in twentieth-century literature. It spans D. H. Lawrence, W. H. Auden, Virginia Woolf, George Orwell, Louis MacNeice and Dorothy Richardson. And Stevie Smith.
Article: Sound Words
Autumn at the Houghton
I spent September and October 2018 at the Houghton Library in Harvard, as a Library Visiting Fellow, thinking about leftovers and aphorisms (and aphorisms as leftovers) in Edward Lear’s poetry, diaries and letters.
Suzie Hanna, ‘The Blue from Heaven’
It’s been over two years since Professor Suzie Hanna and I recorded Glenda Jackson reciting ‘The Blue from Heaven’ in a little Woolwich studio. Since then, the track has been waiting patiently in the wings as Suzie experimented with ways to animate Stevie Smith’s extraordinary poem.
Suzie tested out filmed footage, symbolic imagery, collage (all juggled with running a busy Masters course at NUA) but nothing seemed quite right for this strange, resistant little text. Describing Arthur riding through a blue world – coloured by mysterious gigantic cornflowers, which tower above his head – the poem challenges us to separate the literal from the symbolic, the metaphorical from the nonsensical.
So it was very special to be able to watch a whole rough cut of the film, for the first time, on 10th August 2018, at a session of the ReLit Summer School run by Dr Sally Bayley.
Dorothy Richardson in Abingdon
I happened to see on Twitter that the Abingdon County Hall Museum, just a few miles from Oxford, was holding a week-long exhibition on the life and work of Dorothy Richardson. I’ve got a great dissertation student working on Dorothy Richardson this year, so I decided that this counted as teaching prep. I left my (almost-finished) thesis behind for the mid-week trip to Abingdon.
Singing Smith: Five Musical Poems
Well, it’s always fun doing this, fitting other words to an old tune. (Stevie Smith, ‘A Turn Outside’
Stevie Smith sang a lot of her poems in performance. Often, her subtitles include instructions about the tunes which they should be sung to.
Persons from Porlock: Smith, MacNeice, Thomas
It was not right of Coleridge in fact it was wrong
(But often we all do wrong)
As the truth is I think he was already stuck
With Kubla Khan.He was weeping and wailing: I am finished, finished,
I shall never write another word of it,
When along comes the Person from Porlock
And takes the blame for it.
Coleridge’s Person from Porlock had a good few outings in the mid-twentieth-century.
With Your Crown On: Auden’s Light Verse
My first name, Wystan,
Rhymes with Tristan,
But – O dear! – I do hope
I’m not quite such a dope.
