Culture Articles
The M25: a national treasure
Motorways are mooted by engineers but brought to life by planners who deem six lanes sufficient for orbital traffic to flow peacefully round London glinting in the sunshine, shining in the rain.
Are you a collector?
‘Are you a collector?’ asked the pleasant lady attendant in a new ‘gallery’ in Exeter’s swanky new shopping centre. ‘He’s very collectible just now, Rolf Harris’, she said. ‘He is eighty-three after all.’
Woodbrooke in winter
Daybreak unveiled a visitation of the ghost of snow: breath of cold condensed on treetops, blades of white grass like raised hackles, the blue and rose of dawn blanched and transfixed.
The Nayler Passion
‘There is a spirit which I feel that delights to do no evil, nor to revenge any wrong, but delights to endure all things, in hope to enjoy its own in the end.’ These words of James Nayler are amongst the best loved in Quaker literature, and form the...
The Nayler Passion
The Leaveners (Quaker Community Arts) have been busy in the last few months preparing for a major Quaker Music Making project that will be taking place in the autumn of 2013. This week long residential project, taking place at the Bilberry Hill Centre, Birmingham from 28 October to 3 November 2013, is to rehearse...
A very Quaker Jesus
Noel Moules has written his new book with several purposes in mind. In Fingerprints of Fire, Footprints of Peace: A spiritual manifesto from a Jesus perspective, he writes for anyone wanting to explore fresh possibilities, for those who are seeking and for those who are just looking for common ground...
Balthasar
‘A cold coming they had of it’, Lancelot Andrewes, 25 December 1622
The faith
I need the Quaker faith, Need to hold onto the human race. I need to take a stand, Be a strong man.
The Journey of the Magi
It is December 1991. I am a sixth-form student enjoying my first year of A Level English Literature, delighting in a cornucopia of reading. As the Christmas holidays approach, I decide to treat myself to some wider reading and take out T S Eliot’s Ariel poems from my college library....
When poets go to war
When poets go to war, they tell a dreadful tale, They tell of crucifixion, nail on bloody nail. They tell the tale of Cain again, slaughtering his brother. They tell of orphaned children, and broken-hearted mother.