John Baker’s Blog

This production of Tennessee Williams’ The Glass menagerie was well worth the four-hour train journey to London and back.
I turn back time. I reverse it to that quaint period, the thirties, when the huge middle class of America was matriculating in a school for the blind. Their eyes failed them, or they had failed [...]

Love - by Pablo Neruda
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten [...]

 
Granny Scarecrow
Tears flowed at the chapel funeral,
more beside [...]

This is a sample:
Times had changed at the church, too. He could see that as soon as they entered. Oh, physically it was the same - dim and glimmery, smelling of wax candles - but only the very oldest mourners were in black. The others had on every colour of the rainbow, clothes they’d [...]