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He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. Cormac McCarthy. The Road. A relentless journey I spent with my students each year.

RIP Jenni Murray. A wonderful woman. Woman’s Hour was always brilliant with her at the helm. I can hear her lovely voice now. apple.news/A4JIJsmkzTka-D…

Lost and found.

@Romance_eros Indeed it is. I saw him around Liverpool back in the day..

@Bertrom Thanks a lot,Thanks to you I checked out more of his poems even the kids books ones) and wow that special voice and outlook of his just wins you over completely. It’s so nice that we still have Roger McGoughs in the world today

“I did a poem called Big Hugs,” says McGough, referring to a piece that works its way through the people and places he might like to cuddle before he succumbs to the Grim Reaper’s scythe. northernsoul.me.uk/lets-not-die-a… @Romance_eros

Taras Shevchenko. Kateryna. An oil painting created by Shevchenko in 1842 to illustrate his own poem that describes the tragic fate of a Ukrainian girl seduced and abandoned by a Russian soldier. An allegory of Ukraine's subjugation by Russian imperial power at that time.

Florine Stettheimer. Love Flight of a Pink Candy Heart. 1930.

@klartextaa My pleasure Andrea ☺️

@Bertrom I would never have thought that these 'images from the past', although timeless, would capture the current zeitgeist so perfectly once again. But here we are again. Thank you!

Hans Baluschek. City of Workers. 1920.

@Ebruyldrm_88 I have wonderful memories of teaching Vertigo, and on one occasion seeing it accompanied by a live orchestra conducted by maestro Anthony Gabriele at the Royal Liverpool Philharmonic.

Vertigo (1958 dir. Alfred Hitchcock) (Cinematography by Robert Burks)

Dissolving in space, My heart grows light like the bare branches, And thoughts which through long months Have lain like lead upon my breast, Heavy, slow-ripening thoughts, Grow light and sere, And fall at last, so empty and so beautiful. Edwin Muir.

“It’s a joy to be old,” wrote Roger McGough, one of Britain’s most popular, prolific and funniest poets. “The dog dead and the car sold.” apple.news/ADPXKtA4eSTSe2…

‘The Way’ gates are designed by artist blacksmith Joshua De Lisle and were added to Richmond Park in 2012 to mark the tercentenary of St Paul’s Cathedral. They are a short walk from Pembroke Lodge and located on the edge of Sidmouth Woods. A fabulous walk.

Laurits Andersen Ring. Young Girl Looking out of a Roof Window. 1885. There is something of the quotidian about this painting.

Over a period of five years, Alessandra Sanguinetti documented the relationship and transition to adolescence of two cousins, Guille and Belinda in Argentina. ‘The Adventures of Guille and Belinda and The Enigmatic Meaning of Their Dreams’.

Siân Davey. The Garden. “As the garden evolved, it became an expression of joy, interconnectedness, yearning, and defiance. It became a metaphor for the human in us that we are not separate from nature nor from one another — we are all interconnected just by being human.”

thought this was incredible, but also unbearably sad, found myself in tears by the end, just sitting with it all. people stuck in loops, chasing hollow wins that barely matter, even to them. it’s inertia, effort without outcome, lives with nowhere to go. this is all there is.

Helen Frankenthaler. Jacob's Ladder. 1957.

“Photography was a tool of control to preempt any impending rebellion, says Guha. The “scientific objectivity” of the camera added to the value of the project.” apple.news/A1rnKqd19Q7KGP….

“Restoring humanity to the people caught up in the rising who have otherwise only been described in the most generic terms, is its most beguiling feature.” apple.news/AMSMBgPj7SH6wY….

RIP Tom Georgeson.