Monthly Archives: January 2017

Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Listed Building

Historic England's avatarThe Historic England Blog

One of the most popular detectives in literature, Sherlock Holmes has seen many outings on the screen, and the BBC1 series with Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman makes use of many listed buildings in its filming.

Paul Backhouse, Head of Imaging at Historic England, takes us through a few of his favourites:

187 North Gower Street, London. Grade II listed

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Of course no list would be complete without the home of the legendary detective himself, 221b Baker Street. However, 187 North Gower Street is used to film the TV series. Behind the 20th Century Regency style shop front is a Grade II listed building dating from around the 19th Century.

Bristol Baths, Bristol. Grade II listed

Appears in The Great Game. Series 1 Episode 3

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The stunning public…

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A Short Analysis of Ernest Dowson’s ‘Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae’

A wonderful poem by a poet who does not receive the recognition he deserves. One can find Cynara in “The New Oxford Book of English Verse”, along with “They Are not long the weeping and the laughter”. However much of his work remains unknown accept by those who care to search it out.

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A reading of a classic Decadent poem

‘Non sum qualis eram.’ I am not as I was. So begins the longer Latin title of this curious English poem, written by one of the 1890s’ most curious poets. Ernest Dowson (1867-1900) was a Decadent poet who embodied the best and the worst of that literary and artistic movement: the drink, the drugs, the longing for inappropriate female companions, the poetry almost intoxicated with its own sound. Along with another short masterpiece – which also bears a long Latin title – ‘Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae’ is the most famous of Ernest Dowson’s poems. We’re going to attempt to analyse why that’s the case.

Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;

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An Apology

I was due to be interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-Op Radio at 1:40 PST today (Thursday 12 January), however, owing to telephony problems (at my end) the interview did not take place. I would like to apologise to any of you who tuned in to hear my interview. I hope to reschedule and will, of course post here if this proves to be possible.
Kevin

There Was A Young Lady Called Yvette

There was a young lady called Yvette
Who said, “I have met
Many a man,
Who says “I can”
But afterwards does forget …!”

There was a young lady called Yvette
Who said, “my heart is set
On meeting a good man,
Although I think I can
More easily find a pet …!”

News Snippets

Three pieces of news:

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1. As many of you will know, I will be interviewed, on Thursday 12 January, by Ariadne Sawyer, regarding my poetry.

The interview (which will include me reading a couple of my poems) will take place at 1:40 pm PST (9:40 pm UK time) and will be broadcast on Vancouver Co-Op Radio

2. I have added a widget enabling readers to follow me by email. I was prompted to do so as a consequence of an email from a follower who indicated that they would prefer to follow my site in this manner, rather than by utilising the WordPress Reader.

The option to keep up with posts by email is useful not only for those WordPress followers who prefer it to the Reader, but also enables people who don’t wish to create a gravatar profile to keep track of posts via messages delivered to their inbox (not everyone wants to create a Gravatar let alone a WordPress blog)!

3. I am working on the production of a CD featuring me reading my poetry. If you are interested in obtaining a copy please email me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com (the address is rendered thus in order to defeat spammers).

When emailing please put “poetry CD” in the subject line.

That Old Fox

In my bed.
My head
Filled with warm fuzzy thought.
Falling
Into the arms of sleep,
My attention is suddenly caught
By the bark
Of the fox calling
In the dark.

He is my old enemy and friend
And will be with me at the end.
One can pretend
Otherwise
And gaze in mock surprise
When his final bark is heard.
But, in the end
It is that old fox, death, who will have the last word.