
I think there is a rather subversive character of animation that can be used … as a strategy to take a reality, maybe an oppressive one, and show a different perspective over it, by the creation of other realities
I think there is a rather subversive character of animation that can be used … as a strategy to take a reality, maybe an oppressive one, and show a different perspective over it, by the creation of other realities
Time runs backwards and forwards, memories mingling with anticipation, and saints occupy the same strange space as sufferers, glowing in the corner of their visions.
“The paintings in this exhibition, and the photographs that inspired them, are a testament to the capacity of nature to nurture and heal even in the most challenging times.”
I wanted to put together a playlist that was a bit of what you might hear if you had tuned into one of my broadcasts. I hope you find a few things you’ve not heard before – maybe a surprise or two.
Following the death of Gary Brooker at the age of 74 last week, I feel compelled to pay tribute to his finest song, or perhaps his second finest song. Obituaries have been full of praise for the songwriter and lead vocalist of Procol Harum, concentrating on his first celebrated hit single A Whiter Shade Of Pale which reached Number One in the UK singles charts in the Summer of Love, July 1967. This piece shines a spotlight on a lesser -known song which is nonetheless full of power and emotion.
A collection of all the articles we’ve published over the past month, for those who like to savor their Magpies’ tidings as an issue.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the idea of creating something important. Been thinking about what it means to create, and how we define important. During the pandemic our definition of “essential” underwent constant revision, and I think the revision is ongoing.
I’ve often wondered in subsequent years whether a career in acting was The Right Thing To Do. I have a complex relationship with my ghost career as a barrister, and often peek over to see how he’s doing.
Two days later he called me and told me he had something I would like to see, so I arranged to meet him. He had a large brown envelope with only a date on it: 1912.
“I feel what they feel. And people who listen to me know that, and it makes them feel like they’re not alone.”