Sentence of the Day: Gerald Weales

  • A play is a kind of — playing.

— Gerard Weales, A Play and Its Parts (Basic Books, 1964)


Self found this book today, while she was rummaging in a cabinet of her cottage at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Annaghmakerrig.

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Poetry Saturday: “Trenarren, Autumn 1941”

An excerpt from Trenarren, Autumn 1941

by A. L. Rowse

The thunder-green sea
Brings nearer the Island
On which stood the chapel
Of Michael the Archangel.

Smoke from a chimney
In the V-shaped valley,
The voices of children,
A robin on the bough:

Familiar and cheerful
Domestic noises
Speak of contentment
About me now.

But what is to come?
I ask myself, waiting
In this burial-place
Of my ancient people.


from A. L. Rowse’s collection Poems, Chiefly Cornish (London: Faber and Faber), dedicated to Edward Sackville West, “in our common passion for Cornwall”

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