Some of my beloved reds. Had to include Donne, one of the favourite poets. A lot of depth in his poems, you can tell he went through a lot… I read the rest years ago apart from Quo Vadis and I think all of them are worth a re-read. Black Beauty was one of my childhood favourites. Pity it’s the only book published by Sewell. She came from a poor family and it took her six years to write this gem, but perseverance paid off, an instant success when published… Most probably this book is behind the reason why I love black horses the most. I love horse-riding, for me it’s one of those things that accentuates life. When I crave it I cross the island and go to a family owned business in the north. The hour ride is like a dream, a path by the cliffs and before you scenery of nothing but wild, untouched landscape and the sea. I always end up speechless and can’t speak for some time afterwards… Hope you are having a lovely Saturday🌷
I just finished this painting which I have named Flowers in the sky. The inspiration came from the beautiful wild flowers of spring and I painted it whilst listening to Flower duet by Netrebko and Garanca on repeat. I cannot tell you how much I needed this! My life is getting busier everyday and only this afternoon I could allow myself such luxury and abandon. I am also looking forward to bedtime so that I can continue reading The Lord of the Flies; it was on my to be read for ages and so far I’m enjoying it as much as I imagined. Wishing you all a blessed Sunday xxx
William Golding was born in Cornwall on September 19th, 1911. His father used to teach science, his mother fought for women’s rights. As a child he attended the same school where his father taught; later in 1930 at age 19 he moved to Oxford for Natural Sciences but after two years changed to English Literature. He published his book of poems in 1934 after he took his BA degree. Five years later he took the role of schoolmaster, teaching philosophy and English. In 1940 during World War II he joined the Royal Navy and later also experienced the horrors of D-Day. After war in 1945 he took back his role as a schoolmaster, this time teaching English only and this went on for 16 years until 1961. Golding’s Lord of the Flies was rejected many times, even by Faber & Faber’s reader but this novel was later praised by the company’s new editor who asked him to make a few changes and finally in 1954 this famous novel was published. Golding won the James Tait Black Memorial Prize in 1979, Booker Price in 1980 and in 1983 the Nobel Prize for Literature. He wrote a play (The Brass Butterfly), 14 novels, poems, other non-fiction and more unpublished work. In 1988 he was knighted by the Queen; five years later he died of heart failure.This man left a huge legacy behind when it comes to literature and his books are still being given to study from to this day… I am still to read a whole book of his but I’ve read excerpts and so far it’s hair raising material, but the kind that keeps you going back… Speaking of hair raising material , in art , this is the painting from Magritte – Reproduction Prohibited (1937), which always gives me that feeling yet like Golding’s writings, not only attracts me but I became to love it. It is a ‘portrait’ commissioned by poet Edward James, who hated to be seen, and next to him is a copy of a book by Poe. (Magritte was a fan of his).
Just when I thought I couldn’t like Salinger more! This particular book is a collection of short stories, the title being one of them and a very good one at that. What a great read! A feast of tragicomedies spiced up with wit and imagination. Each story made me laugh, made me feel compassion towards certain characters and made me wonder. Even on Salinger himself. To think that he came up with all of this! Seriously Salinger was one clever man; the kind you would want to talk to for hours on end and then be amazed at the mind-blowing conversations you just had with him! Highly recommend this gem.
Some of my beloved orange, and behind them one of my favourites from Picasso – Portrait of Max Jacob (early 1907). I love Picasso for many reasons, one of them for expressing very well in words what and how artists feel when they paint. He once said “The painter always paints himself”. How very true. I believe it’s the same for authors and when it comes to all other talents really. The passion behind each work is very personal yet very expressive of one’s self, how ever different the outcome. Experiencing their work is like having a glance at their own personality. It’s like being trusted with a part of themselves. Isn’t that another good enough reason why books should be cherished?
Ulysses, the day and the events.
Published in 1922 (full). Approximately 265000 words divided into 18 episodes, and this to describe the happenings of one single day, the 16th of June 1904. Its name is the Latinized name of Odysseus, the hero of Homer’s epic poem Odyssey. Written by James Joyce, his inspiration came from early childhood after he came across the figure of Odysseus in Adventures of Ulysses (adaption of the Odyssey for children) written by Charles Lamb. He even wrote about the character at school naming it My Favourite Hero.
Many times I read excerpts from it and get distracted by other books but it is now one of my goals for 2016. No matter the controversy and scrutiny of it, it is still worth it.