Archive for February, 2007

Croke Park

Friday, February 23rd, 2007

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We await the outcome of Ireland against England - in the arena that still carries dark memories, almost a century ago.

Let’s hope that by the skills and use of play - albeit a rough game coined in a minor English public school - our two great nations can let tragic murders [from both sides] fade into bygones.

With my Irish grandfather and my stoically English mother [both now in the heavenly grandstand] my loyalties are divided.

May the best team win. May we play each other in peace.

Exquisite Music

Friday, February 16th, 2007

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Last evening, Seaton Music welcomed viola player Lawrence Power and Huw Watkins piano: an offering of exquisite music.

Lawrence ranks among the foremost violists of our day. He is also musically wise: his programming of our evening was magical. Introducing each item in a wonderfully relaxed and communicating manner, he brought alive each composer as if present with him upon Seaton’s town hall stage. Vieuxtemps (1820-1881), the Belgian born violin virtuoso: toured Europe and America, court violinist at St Petersburg,  composed seven violin concertos, loved the viola - the creamy, cinnamon tones of this neglected instrument then calmed the hall. There followed works by Sibelius, Shostakovitch, Benjamin and Bowen; a wonderfully balanced and varied programme also carried Huw Watkins Fantasy for viola and piano - a premier performance especially commissioned by Seaton Music and dedicated to Lawrence Power. It will receive its second performance in three days time at the Wigmore Hall.

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After the interval, Power introduced his audience to his instrument. Made in Bologna, it dates back to 1590 - ‘almost two centuries before Stradivari’. He added how fortunate he was to play it ‘coming in a long line of players…passing through and then handing on in a very short while’. Breath taking modesty from a brilliant and gifted young musician.

News from Parkminster

Thursday, February 15th, 2007

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Yesterday, I paid a flying visit to Parkminster to return some of their books. Brother Patrick, the librarian (and cook), had very kindly loaned me the entire extent of their Chesterton books, some twenty or so volumes. I had been planning a life of that exotic giant of Twentieth century letters; but, on delving once again into his corpus, I judged that his style and subject matter has passed its sell by date. So I am now engaged in a follow up title to Sounding the Silence which has gone so well: I have had contacts from readers in Brazil, South Africa and America as well as many warm reports from the UK. I am also working on a modern translation of the Ladder of Monks, with my commentary offering it to modern readers. Written by Guigo II, ninth Prior of La Grande Chartreuse, this hugely influential text is a treatise on prayer addressed to Bovo, the Prior of Witham, the first English Charterhouse founded by Hugh of Lincoln.

My repeated contention is that prayer and God’s friendship was never intended to be the exclusive privilege of monks and nuns - and they would be the first to readily agree!

 I spent time with Dom Cyril, the Master of Novices, who tells me that his days are busy with no less than twelve novices. A carpenter has been brought in to refurbish the last two remaining cells in the cloister. And then Parkminster will have a full house for the first time in living memory.

Having savoured the peace of the charterhouse, I pottered home happy - clutching a jar of Brother Richard’s medlar jam!

Cannabis Cameron???

Sunday, February 11th, 2007

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What a relief; the man is human. He had an exploratory life (egged on by his wanton Etonian peers) before he strode into the quagmire of political life - where all is a media game called ‘who’s next onto the front page’ or ‘roll up roll up, who’s for the coconut shy’.

I too have smoked ‘Cannarbis’ as I used to mouth it to my children. Once, before their very eyes. And they were amazed at my bravado. But that is their generation: theirs to navigate. Theirs to join or reject.

My four have found their way.

Dave seems OK.

Media: please grow up before you bore us all into oblivion.

at Ammerdown: another Hear our Silence Workshop

Sunday, February 11th, 2007

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And a murky start we had - last Saturday at Ammerdown, near Bath.

As some of us arrived on Friday, the Under 21 England Rugby team were testing themselves against their Italian rivals down at a muddied pitch on the Rec.

Meanwhile, we had to navigate through rain and mist to this, our chosen refuge, of peace and quiet. Some circled and seemed lost, but at last we all arrived.

Nine came and we spent our day experiencing the Prayer of Silence, then sharing this at an even deeper level - communicating with one another as we rarely do in our daily lives.

My thanks to all who came, who risked, who were rewarded: who enriched me, who merely wondered whether such encounters should occur.

Details of future workshop days:

Wordman@HearourSilence.com