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I studied the poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins at school, then at university. But I owe my love for Hopkins to Richard Burton’s reading, here. Hopkins’ delight in toungue-twisting scintillation, and Burton’s race through the lines, are a wild combination! Hopkins thrilled at nature but being a priest (and a rigorous one at that), had to offer everything in life to God. Thank you GMH and RB xx

The silence was louder than the wind.  As I was walking up to Notting Hill Gate, I saw police directing traffic, the rain and the wind lifting people off their feet and I was filled with dread. I couldn’t see what had happened. There was a tragic cycle accident here in 2009 and I feared the worst. Everyone, coming up, thought the same: ‘I hope no-one was hurt’. We all said it out loud. And to the bobby behind the cordon. How no-one was injured on a party night in the capital, I’ll never know, but I’ll always be grateful. The crushed tree, green and gorgeous, was beside the bus-stop and the busy pub. I hope they save it. The elegance of the structure lifted by nature away from the building was powerful: suspended animation. It changed in 3-D as you walked towards it. I crept up on it, fascinated and frightened by what I might eventually see.. The precariously-balanced sticks of metal, unreal. Now, the tiny sculpture of a girl running along the rooftop, put in place years ago to soften the skyline, suddenly seemed to have meaning in the scheme. It was beautiful.
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The silence was louder than the wind.  As I was walking up to Notting Hill Gate, I saw police directing traffic, the rain and the wind lifting people off their feet and I was filled with dread. I couldn’t see what had happened. There was a tragic cycle accident here in 2009 and I feared the worst. Everyone, coming up, thought the same: ‘I hope no-one was hurt’. We all said it out loud. And to the bobby behind the cordon. How no-one was injured on a party night in the capital, I’ll never know, but I’ll always be grateful. The crushed tree, green and gorgeous, was beside the bus-stop and the busy pub. I hope they save it. The elegance of the structure lifted by nature away from the building was powerful: suspended animation. It changed in 3-D as you walked towards it. I crept up on it, fascinated and frightened by what I might eventually see.. The precariously-balanced sticks of metal, unreal. Now, the tiny sculpture of a girl running along the rooftop, put in place years ago to soften the skyline, suddenly seemed to have meaning in the scheme. It was beautiful.
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The silence was louder than the wind.  As I was walking up to Notting Hill Gate, I saw police directing traffic, the rain and the wind lifting people off their feet and I was filled with dread. I couldn’t see what had happened. There was a tragic cycle accident here in 2009 and I feared the worst. Everyone, coming up, thought the same: ‘I hope no-one was hurt’. We all said it out loud. And to the bobby behind the cordon. How no-one was injured on a party night in the capital, I’ll never know, but I’ll always be grateful. The crushed tree, green and gorgeous, was beside the bus-stop and the busy pub. I hope they save it. The elegance of the structure lifted by nature away from the building was powerful: suspended animation. It changed in 3-D as you walked towards it. I crept up on it, fascinated and frightened by what I might eventually see.. The precariously-balanced sticks of metal, unreal. Now, the tiny sculpture of a girl running along the rooftop, put in place years ago to soften the skyline, suddenly seemed to have meaning in the scheme. It was beautiful.
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The silence was louder than the wind. 

As I was walking up to Notting Hill Gate, I saw police directing traffic, the rain and the wind lifting people off their feet and I was filled with dread.

I couldn’t see what had happened. There was a tragic cycle accident here in 2009 and I feared the worst.

Everyone, coming up, thought the same: ‘I hope no-one was hurt’. We all said it out loud. And to the bobby behind the cordon.

How no-one was injured on a party night in the capital, I’ll never know, but I’ll always be grateful. The crushed tree, green and gorgeous, was beside the bus-stop and the busy pub. I hope they save it.

The elegance of the structure lifted by nature away from the building was powerful: suspended animation. It changed in 3-D as you walked towards it.

I crept up on it, fascinated and frightened by what I might eventually see..

The precariously-balanced sticks of metal, unreal.

Now, the tiny sculpture of a girl running along the rooftop, put in place years ago to soften the skyline, suddenly seemed to have meaning in the scheme.

It was beautiful.

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