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Keats - a band made up of most of The Alan Parsons Project, an 80’s pop/rock band that included Colin Blunstone on occasional vocals.
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On the John Keats page of my blog at www.nowrigglingoutofwriting.wordpress.com : On my dislike of being told i think too much and my love of Keats’ philosophy of life as a ‘Mansion of Many Apartments’ in his letter to John Hamilton Reynolds 3rd May 1818.
We feel the “burden of the Mystery”….
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This poem was the 2010 winner of the Keats-Shelley Prize for Poetry.
Armitage was inspired by a winter trip to find icicles to cheer up his poorly daughter. He said:
“I’m not sure if it’s possible to be a romantic poet anymore, but more and more poets seem to be turning their eye towards nature. To the necessity of its otherness.
“It’s hard to explain, but speaking personally, if the birds and the moors and the trees and the ice disappeared, then I would have no interest in writing about a city street, and probably no purpose as a poet.”
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Steven Brown reads You say you love by John Keats
This is a fabulous video, illustrating how relevant and contemporary Keats can be. The soundtrack is perfect and the images aren’t for me, at all distracting. It is a poem that has proved hard to date, and although it is tempting to think it is addressed to Fanny Brawne, it was most likely written before he had met her.
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Death mask of John Keats taken after his death in 1821 for comparison with life mask (below). Taken just five years apart, this second mask shows Keats’ terrible suffering as he struggled with tuberculosis all too clearly.
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That I may never know how change the moons,
Or hear the voice of busy common-sense!”
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Ben Wishaw, who plays Keats in Jane Campion’s film ‘Bright Star’ (2009), reads Ode to Autumn. The poem was written by Keats in 1819 and has become one of the most famous poems in the English language.
I post this today, having just harvested my first punnet of autumn raspberries on a gloomy late August afternoon….
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Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
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