Other than being two of my favorites, David Bowie and novelist Philip Pullman (His Dark Materials, The Book of Dust) have nothing much in common beyond having been born in post-war England within a few months of each other (1/47; 10/46). That, and having interesting minds and reading widely. Now I find that BBC One, […]
Read More Playing Favorites: Bowie-Yentob-PullmanDavid Robert Jones was born within walking distance of the house where William Blake (1757-1827) did much of his greatest work. London seems a remarkably small town in some ways: so much has happened there in so little space over so many hundreds of years’ time. South of the Thames River, at Hercules Road, London […]
Read More Lambeth to Brixton, or Poetry and Painting, Sound and Vision, William Blake, and The Institute of ImaginationAny fans of Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials out there? Then pause with me and imagine him reading the novels aloud to Lexi. She just turned 11. Wouldn’t the Thomas Jerome Newton Bowie have made a fantastic angel Balthamos? And Balthamos must have his Baruch. And then we need: And hosts of Bowie thrones, dominations, […]
Read More Bringing together two of my favorites: Bowie & His Dark Materials
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