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A Very Short Biography of Matthew Arnold

Dover Beach is one of my favourite poems and one to which I return regularly.

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An interesting introduction to Arnold’s life

Matthew Arnold (1822-88) is best-remembered as a poet, although very few of his poems remain widely known. ‘Dover Beach’ is the most famous of these. But he led a curious life and has left us with some lasting legacies, so in this post we intend to offer a very short biography of Matthew Arnold, taking in the highlights of his life and work.

Matthew Arnold was born in Surrey, England on Christmas Eve 1822, the son of Thomas Arnold, influential and celebrated schoolteacher and Headmaster of Rugby School, where young Matthew studied. Thomas Arnold would later be immortalised in the Thomas Hughes classic Tom Brown’s Schooldays (1857). Arnold – Matthew, that is – had to wear leg braces for two years during his childhood to correct crooked legs.

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Why I Prefer “Real” Books

Some good arguments in support of physical books over their ebook cousins. As someone who is registered blind and unable to read print, I value electronic books as the text to speech facility on my Kindle enables me to have a book (which I would otherwise be unable to read) read aloud to me. While I can read braille and value the hard copy braille books I own, it takes up much greater amounts of shelf space when compared to it’s hard copy (print) counterpart. In addition only a fraction of the books produced in print and/or in electronic format are ever transcribed into braille. Having said all that, I love the scent and feel of real (physical) books and own quite a few which I read using a scanner (something like a photocopier) which is equipped with speech software that turns the scanned text into speech. Had I the ability to read print without the need to scan it, I would, undoubtedly own far more “real” books than is currently the case. Long may the physical book continue say I! Kevin

Grumpy Interview

An amusing interview with Lucy Brazier, the creator of “Secret Diary of Portergirl”.
Kevin

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I wasn’t my usual chipper self when giving this interview, and when I received the notes back I realised that I sound like a proper arsey little madam!

00 lucy 2 Looking pretty arsey here.

1. I was surprised when you told me that Porters in a College don’t actually carry any bags for anyone. They simply guard the keys.

Portering is far more than just guarding keys, I assure you! The Porters ensure the smooth running of the day-to-day business of College life, handling everything from the post to broken hearts. They are the backbone of academia – providing security, advice and a friendly ear at any time of the day or night. Guarding keys, indeed. Pah! Philistine. 

2. PorterGirl is a work of fiction but based heavily on your life as the first female Deputy Head Porter at a Cambridge college. What was the hardest thing about writing this book?

There…

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Rain – Edward Thomas

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‘Rain’

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.

NOTES

In this poem Thomas lies awake at night, listening…

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As the Team’s Head Brass – Edward Thomas

On popping into the Railway Bell (my favourite local pub), I fell into conversation with an acquaintence who reminded me of this poem.

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‘As the Team’s Head Brass’

As the team’s head-brass flashed out on the turn
The lovers disappeared into the wood.
I sat among the boughs of the fallen elm
That strewed the angle of the fallow, and
Watched the plough narrowing a yellow square
Of charlock. Every time the horses turned
Instead of treading me down, the ploughman leaned
Upon the handles to say or ask a word,
About the weather, next about the war.
Scraping the share he faced towards the wood,
And screwed along the furrow till the brass flashed
Once more.
The blizzard felled the elm whose crest
I sat in, by a woodpecker’s round hole,
The ploughman said. ‘When will they take it away? ‘
‘When the war’s over.’ So the talk began –
One minute and an interval of ten,
A minute more and the same interval.
‘Have you been out? ‘ ‘No.’ ‘And don’t…

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The Secret Libraries of History…

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An extract from a BBC – Culture article:

After news emerged about an underground reading room in Damascus, Fiona Macdonald discovers the places where writing has been hidden for centuries.

Beneath the streets of a suburb of Damascus, rows of shelves hold books that have been rescued from bombed-out buildings. Over the past four years, during the siege of Darayya, volunteers have collected 14,000 books from shell-damaged homes. They are held in a location kept secret amid fears that it would be targeted by government and pro-Assad forces, and visitors have to dodge shells and bullets to reach the underground reading space.

It’s been called Syria’s secret library, and many view it as a vital resource. “In a sense the library gave me back my life,” one regular user, Abdulbaset Alahmar, told the BBC. “I would say that just like the body needs food, the soul needs books.”

Religious or…

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Penned Imagination

thesarahdoughty's avatarSarah Doughty

There’s magic in weaving words. For a means of evoking one piece of a bigger picture, we look to poetry. While fiction is an escape. A way to enter a new world, experience new things, and walk in someone’s footsteps across the pavements of penned imagination.

© Sarah Doughty

For the ‘Support Insta Writers’ August Prompts
(based on books written by authors in the IG community)
hosted by Tracy and Journee.

Pens And Pavements by @pensandpavements

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