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Saturday, 20 June 2026

Celebrity

Some call it popularity, some call it celebrity, some call it fame. They are all pretty much the same thing, aren't they? And wasn't it Andy Warhol who first said "In the future, everyone will be world famous for fifteen minutes"? Well no, not quite. Let me unpack it for you, as the trendies say nowadays.

True, that quote did appear back in 1968 in a catalogue for a Warhol exhibition at the Moderna Museet in Stockholm. It had also appeared after a fashion a year earlier in a 1967 Time magazine article about artistic trends in the Sixties: "Whole new schools of painting seem to charge through the art scene with the speed of an express train, causing Pop Artist Andy Warhol to predict the day 'when everyone will be famous for 15 minutes'." 

Andy Warhol
However, there are other claimants. Art critic Blake Gopnik suggests it could have been the Swede Pontus Hultén, curator of the afore-mentioned Moderna Museet, who actually coined the phrase. Then there are some who think it originated with New York painter Larry Rivers, habitué of the Chelsea hotel and godfather of Pop Art. Others still credit the photographer Nat Finkelstein, including Finkelstein himself, who insisted that he made the remark during a photoshoot with Warhol in 1966. In reply to a comment Warhol made about everyone just wanting to be famous, the photograph is supposed to have quipped, "Yeah, for about fifteen minutes, Andy."

Regardless of the truth (or otherwise) of any of the above, Warhol by popular consensus has come to be the 'owner' of the quote - even though he seemed to deny responsibility in a 1980 interview. But unpack a little more from the annals of yesteryear and you'll find that it was an expression in use in France at least a century earlier.

The phrase "quart-d'heure de popularité" (fifteen minutes of popularity) appeared in 1821, in 'Histoire de l'Assemblée Constituante ' by Charles Lacretelle. And then there was Alphonse Daudet, who in 1879 in an article about the recently deceased journalist Jean Hippolyte Auguste Delaunay de Villemessant, used the variant "quart-d'heure de célébrité" (fifteen minutes of fame). I quote: "de braves garçons [...] ont eu, pour une heureuse trouvaille de quinze lignes, leur quart-d'heure de célébrité"; "some young fellows have had [...] thanks to fifteen cleverly-written lines, their fifteen minutes of fame".

Et voila! Popularity, celebrity, fame are all pretty much the same thing, the words interchangeable even in translation. And the rather dismissive implication all through is that they are also fleeting accolades, here and gone just like their objects. That quarter-hour though. Fifteen minutes sounds better.

Slightly ironic then that Warhol should have managed to be famous, celebrated and popular for decades, as have been many of the figures he chose to depict in his iconic pop art paintings, the likes of Marilyn Monroe, Jacky Kennedy, Mao Tse Tung, Elvis Pressley, Mick Jagger and Elizabeth Taylor.

Liz Taylor by Andy Warhol
The Hippocratic aphorism "Ὁ βίος βραχύς, ἡ δὲ τέχνη μακρή" that we know most commonly in its inverted and translated Latin form as "Ars longa, vita brevis" was supposed to mean art takes time but life is short, i.e. it takes a long time to acquire artistic skill and a lifetime is hardly enough. Maybe since the Pop Art Sixties  it has started to be interpreted somewhat differently in the sense that life is short but art endures. 

It's almost as though Warhol has pulled a trick on us in using the Pop Art medium (trashy, immediate, mass-produced, disposable) to confer on his celebrities a kind of lasting fame through the act of painting them.

Here's the first draft of a new poem (a work in progress) for today's theme.

15 Minutes
Who was it first declared
"Fame is a whore"?
It could have been 
one of the great Elizabethans
or a cynical wit of a Metaphysical
or Oscar Wilde even.
We just don't know. 

The recording angel 
was a bit hit and miss that day, 
mind probably elsewhere. 
On what to have for tea for instance 
(supposing recording angels need to eat), 
or maybe taking a sneaky
quarter of an hour

away from what it considered 
the frankly thankless task 
of keeping score about
what people say
for posterity,
in order to do a few crystal lines
in the lavatory.

Whatever the poor excuse 
for this unfortunate lacuna,
some perceptive soul
had got it spot on that day
only to remain ironically unknown,
deprived of their entitled
fifteen minutes of glory.

Thanks for reading, S ;-)

Wednesday, 17 June 2026

Celebrity

I think that the most famous celebrity I’ve ever met was Seamus Heaney. He was coming out of a newsagent in Hay-on-Wye as I was going in. He said “Good Morning” and I said “It is” and we went our different ways. I like to think that was an important milestone in our careers.

But how do you measure celebrity? I’m fairly sure that if I went into Madame Tussaud’s then I would not see a model of Heaney or any other famous poet. Actually I have no idea who I would see in the establishment. Let’s take a look at the place.

She was born as Marie Grosholtz in 1761 in Strasbourg and she was taught wax modelling whilst a child. She moved to Paris and created her first wax sculpture, of Voltaire, in 1777. At 17 she became art tutor to the sister of King Louis XVI. During the Revolution, she made models of many prominent victims.

For the 33 years she travelled Europe with her wax collection until she married François Tussaud in 1795, took his surname, and renamed her show as Madame Tussaud's. In 1802, she accepted an invitation from lantern and phantasmagoria pioneer Paul Philidor to exhibit her work alongside his show at the Lyceum Theatre, London.

Madame Tussaud (the original)
Complaining that Philidor failed to promote her, Tussaud then decided to go into business alone. Unable to return to France because of the Napoleonic Wars, she travelled throughout Great Britain and Ireland exhibiting her collection and made her home in London.

By 1835, Marie Tussaud had settled down in Baker Street and opened a museum. Londoners flocked to see the likes of Nelson and Sir Walter Scott, but the highlight was undoubtedly the Chamber of Horrors, where Tussaud displayed models of murderers.

Charles Dickens hailed the museum as one of London's most popular entertainments, writing in All the Year Round: "Madame Tussaud's is something more than an exhibition, it is an institution". A waxwork of Dickens appeared at the museum in 1873, three years after his death.

Some sculptures still exist that were made by Marie Tussaud herself. The gallery originally contained some 400 different figures, but fire damage in 1925 coupled with bombs during the Blitz on London in 1941, severely damaged most of such older models. The casts themselves have survived, allowing the historical waxworks to be remade, and these can be seen in the museum's history exhibit.

the Planetarium and Madame Tussaud's in Baker Street
In 1978, Madame Tussaud’s was acquired by S. Pearson and Son and since then has been sold and resold a number of times in financial ways that completely baffle me.

It has also been massively expanded. There are exhibitions in twenty cities all around the world. Including Blackpool. There are about 80 models there compared to over 150 in London, mind you, the queues I’ve seen outside the Baker Street site are usually enormous.

Adult tickets to Madame Tussauds London start at £27 when booked online in advance, while walk-up tickets cost £39. To get the best deal, it is highly recommended to pre-book your timed entry, as same-day tickets are significantly more expensive and subject to availability.

There are actually a few poets scattered around those cities. Bertolt Brecht and Günter Grass at Madame Tussaud’s Berlin. Banjo Paterson & Henry Lawson in the history zone at Madame Tussauds Sydney. And, of course, William Shakespeare just about everywhere. But have you seen the model?

The poem "At Madame Tussaud's" by Canadian poet Frederick George Scott was published in 1888. It originally appeared as part of his early collection titled 'The Soul's Quest, and Other Poems '.

At Madame Tussaud's

I stood in that strange show, the other day,
On Baker Street, where all the famous men,
Fair dames, and murderers come to life again,
With clockwork breast and face of mimic clay,
To scare the young. Thrice in the long display,

Blundering, I thought wax flesh, then, with surprise
At being deceived, I turned with cautious eyes
And took for wax all those that thronged my way.
So in this age, methinks, when in the light
Of fuller knowledge, forms that men have reared

And worshipped turn to dust, too hasty youths,
Shunning the whirlpool jaws of credulous sight,
Rush towards a Scylla far more to be feared,
And take for shadows all too living truths.

                                                Frederick George Scott












Thanks for reading, Terry Q.

Tuesday, 16 June 2026

Lancashire Dead Good Poets' July Open Mic Night

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Summer's here, and coming soon is our July open mic night on zoom...


You're most welcome to join us, either to read or just to listen in, wherever in the country or the world you happen to be. Kindly email: deadgoodpoets@hotmail.co.uk to book a slot.

Steve ;-)

Saturday, 13 June 2026

Barnacles

Barnacles. Not a very sexy topic, I think we can all agree. They are just like carbuncles (almost a pseudo-anagram) on the surface of any object that spends long enough under seawater: boats, breakwaters, rocks, wrecks, even submarines, turtles and whales.

By the way, in a quick digression, scientists have just discovered an enormous 'whale graveyard' in the Diamantina fracture, four miles down at the bottom of the Indian Ocean. The graveyard is about  745 miles long and contains fossilised whale skeletal remains dating as far back as 5 million years ago, including several now-extinct species, as well as recent and currently decomposing bodies. Amazing or what?

Back to barnacles. Not very sexy, as I was saying, but tenacious little beggars. They've been around some 300 million years - i.e. way before there were boats or breakwaters to stick onto, so it must have been rocks, turtles and the occasional whale in those far off millennia. They are crustacea and there are are some 2,000 different species of them. They are exclusively marine invertebrates, less fanciful cousins of the crab and the lobster and nothing like limpets, which are molluscs.

Barnacles live mainly in shallow and tidal waters and are sessile (my word of the week) meaning they have no natural mobility, excepting during the larval stage, when they are busily floating around looking for a suitable surface to adhere to. Once they've found their spot, they secrete a water-resistant glue from glands in their heads, stick themselves head-first to their chosen substrate, and that's it, cemented in place for life, often upside down. Many species are hermaphroditic, and it only takes one to start a colony!

Mariners hate them, because barnacle colonies can form weighty encrustations on the hulls of boats, giving rise to what's called hydrodynamic drag, increased weight and reduced sailing efficiency. The only remedy is to scrape them off in dry dock, a laborious process.

a boat's bottom weighed down by barnacles
By the way, too many of them encrusting the shell of a sea turtle can make life difficult for the turtle as well, the extra weight, the increased drag, so animal conservationists often intervene to de-barnacle badly affected creatures by scraping the blighters off.

The most common barnacles have their own hard outer carapace or shell, made up of six calcareous plates which protect the organism inside. They open up to feed, waving their feathery legs around as in the diagram below to entrap floating plankton and pull their prey down into their shells. They are heartless creatures, literally it appears. They have stomachs, guts, an anus but no heart that anyone has been able to find, and no brain to speak of. They are just eating, shitting and reproducing automatons, serving no useful purpose as far as I can see.

a barnacle opening up to feed
And yes, reproduction. I've said barnacles are not very sexy. However, because they can't move around once glued in place, if they want to mate they have to be able to penetrate the nearest barnacle, which may be quite some distance away. As a result, barnacles have the largest (i.e. longest) penis in relation to body size of any animal. If you take nothing else away from this blog, take that surprising fact. It may come in useful one quiz night. 

I don't have anything more of interest to say on the subject.

an anchor's flukes encrusted with barnacles
Usually I find myself posting these blogs quite late on a Saturday, sometimes only just before midnight, but I've set myself a deadline of 10:30pm because I plan to watch Morocco in their opening world cup fixture against Brazil and that kicks off at 11:00 pm. 

I haven't written an acrostic poem in a while, so thought I'd give it a try this evening.

Barnacles

Briny little beggars,  sessile too.  Moored  headfast for life, stuck to their spot,
A seaside breakwater, a rock, or if  they're lucky a ship's hull, perhaps a whale,
Rare opportunity to get around, see a bit of the world, except they've no eyes.
No heart either, for that matter, briny little beggars from Carboniferous times,
Aquatic automata  made to eat, shit, reproduce without advance for millennia.
Clam up  at low tide, though they're not clams  but simple, stubborn crustacea
Look a bit volcanic, then opening up like Tracy Island,  waving those tentacles 
Enticingly to fill their stomachs with passing  plankton and tiny marine debris.
Surprising fact: their penis in ratio to body size, largest in the animal kingdom. 

Thanks for reading, S ;-)

Wednesday, 10 June 2026

Barnacles

What with celebrating some significant birthdays (including mine) and the opening of a new bridge then time has been a bit of a problem this week. Especially when it came to examining the topic of Barnacles. I know nothing about barnacles except that they stick to the bottom of boats and the skin of whales.

barnacles
With that in mind I’m making no apologies (well, a small one) for taking the following information virtually direct from a web site called AskNature. It states that:

‘We exist to encourage everyone, everywhere to have a direct experience with nature that is founded on respect and curiosity. We have designed this tool to provide guidance to students, educators, engineers, scientists, designers, artists, naturalists, and those from yet to be defined disciplines. Our hope is that this is a homecoming for anyone on a journey to make the future better for all of our planetary neighbours. This page was produced in part with the assistance of AI, which is allowing us to greatly expand the volume of content available on AskNature. All of the content has been reviewed for accuracy and appropriateness by human editors. To provide feedback or to get involved with the project, contact us. Last Updated January 30, 2025’

Introduction:
Barnacle larvae, the juvenile stage of these familiar marine crustaceans, exhibit a remarkable ability to permanently adhere to underwater surfaces. Found in oceans worldwide, barnacles attach to rocks, ship hulls, and other structures, often forming dense colonies. Their adhesive is one of nature’s most durable underwater glues, capable of withstanding harsh conditions like strong currents and waves. The mechanism behind this adhesion lies in a sophisticated interplay between lipids (fat-like molecules) and proteins, creating a permanent bond that is strong and versatile.

The Strategy:
Barnacle larvae use their adhesive to secure themselves to surfaces when they settle into a permanent home. This process begins with the secretion of a complex mixture of biological materials including proteins, which form the structural framework of the glue, and lipids, which play a supportive but equally essential role.

barnacle adhesion
The proteins in the adhesive are responsible for forming strong bonds with the surface and with each other. These molecules have unique properties that allow them to stick even in wet environments, where water typically weakens adhesives. The lipids serve to create a waterproof barrier on the surface, helping the proteins adhere by repelling water and ensuring that the glue remains intact over time. Together, these components work synergistically to produce a bond that is both strong and highly resistant to environmental wear.

The barnacles’ strategy is especially effective because the adhesive is self-organizing. As the larvae secrete the adhesive, the lipids and proteins automatically arrange themselves into layers, with lipids coating the surface first, followed by proteins that solidify the bond. This layered structure maximizes durability and adhesion while maintaining flexibility to adapt to different surface textures.

The Potential:
The barnacle larvae’s adhesive offers inspiration for developing advanced, environmentally friendly glues that work in wet conditions or underwater. Such adhesives could revolutionize industries like construction, medicine, and marine technology. For example, medical adhesives inspired by this strategy have been used to expedite wound healing, providing strong, biocompatible bonds under varied conditions.

Well, I found that really interesting. The above is about the future so for the poem I’ll go to the past with this poem by Sidney Lanier.


Barnacles

My soul is sailing through the sea,
But the Past is heavy and hindereth me.
The Past hath crusted cumbrous shells
That hold the flesh of cold sea-mells
About my soul.
The huge waves wash, the high waves roll,
Each barnacle clingeth and worketh dole
And hindereth me from sailing!

Old Past let go, and drop i' the sea
Till fathomless waters cover thee!
For I am living but thou art dead;
Thou drawest back, I strive ahead
The Day to find.
Thy shells unbind! Night comes behind,
I needs must hurry with the wind
And trim me best for sailing.

                                    Sidney Lanier, 1867













Thanks for reading, Terry Q.

Saturday, 6 June 2026

Ancient Cities Of The Heart

Earlier this week I had been thinking about the blog theme and what to write about ancient cities. When I woke from a dream (which I'll relate shortly) I had the phrase "Ancient cities of the heart " in my mind. What a great line. I figured it must be from a poem, possibly by Yeats, and tried for some considerable time to track it down on the interweb, but without success.

The closest I got was 'Deserted cities of the heart ', which is a Jack Bruce/Pete Brown song, the closing track on Cream's third LP 'Wheels Of Fire'. I undertook an archaeological dig into the lyrics and found ambiguities there. I don't know if an official version of the lyrics has ever been printed. Some claim a key line in the chorus goes: "Now my heart drowns in no love's streams", while others contend Bruce sings: "Now my heart's drowned in those lost streets." Whichever it is, the imagery makes me think of Atlantis, the sunken ancient city of legend, particularly as an earlier track 'Those Were The Days ', references the sunken city specifically. More of Atlantis later (plus a musical link so you can listen for yourself).

As for the dream, it was quite vivid and very strange. I was in the Beatles' London townhouse in a big room decorated with brown art deco wallpaper and woven straw matting. John Lennon and George Harrison were there, dressed in Edwardian finery. Harrison was repeatedly swan diving from the top of a bookcase onto cushions on the floor, as I explained to an old girlfriend of mine that Eppy (Brian Epstein) would have arranged all the interior decor. Lennon said the Beatles never had money (like the Queen) and if they wanted anything they would send Mal or Nelly out to get it (that's Mal Evans and Neil Aspinall, their roadies). Harrison complained that McCartney was always bossing them, trying to get them to do the washing up and other "drag chores".

'Indoor Sunset'
The ex-girlfriend was Fanny Copley. She was a history teacher at the school I taught at in north London in the 1970s, a Chelsea supporter for her sins, and the only child of Peter Copley the actor. He had appeared as the jewellery salesman in the Beatles' 1965 movie 'Help!' Maybe the decor was reminiscent of the Copley parents' house in Mile End, I don't know. Lennon said he'd written two books of poetry and stuff, and I told him I'd also published two books of poems. That's when I woke up with the phrase 'Ancient cities of the heart ' in my head. 

Atlantis, then is my ancient city, lost beneath the waves as legend would have it, according to Plato, writing in approximately 360 BC. 

He described its provenance, its being given to the sea god Poseidon, who conceived the race of Atlanteans by having intercourse with a beautiful mortal woman of the island, Cleito. He described the size, shape and geographical features of Atlantis and went on at length to detail its manmade splendours, the temples, palaces, canals, harbours of this island state that became the hub of a great Mediterranean empire. I'll quote at length but don't blame you if you skip quickly through some of the descriptive passages...

"They had such an amount of wealth as was never before possessed by kings and potentates, and is not likely ever to be again, and they were furnished with everything which they could have, both in city and country. For, because of the greatness of their empire, many things were brought to them from foreign countries, and the island itself provided much of what was required by them for the uses of life.

In the first place, they dug out of the earth whatever was to be found there, mineral as well as metal, and that which is now only a name, and was then something more than a name -- orichalcum -- was dug out of the earth in many parts of the island, and, with the exception of gold, was esteemed the most precious of metals among the men of those days.

There was an abundance of wood for carpenters' work, and sufficient maintenance for tame and wild animals. Moreover, there were a great number of elephants in the island, and there was provision for animals of every kind, both for those which live in lakes and marshes and rivers, and also for those which live in mountains and on plains, and therefore for the animal which is the largest and most voracious of them.

Also, whatever fragrant things there are in the earth, whether roots, or herbage, or woods, or distilling drops of flowers or fruits, grew and thrived in that land; and again, the cultivated fruit of the earth, both the dry edible fruit and other species of food, which we call by the general name of legumes, and the fruits having a hard rind, affording drinks, and meats, and ointments, and good store of chestnuts and the like, which may be used to play with, and are fruits which spoil with keeping--and the pleasant kinds of dessert which console us after dinner, when we are full and tired of eating--all these that sacred island lying beneath the sun brought forth fair and wondrous in infinite abundance.

All these things they received from the earth, and they employed themselves in constructing their temples, and palaces, and harbours, and docks; and they arranged the whole country in the following manner: First of all they bridged over the zones of sea which surrounded the ancient metropolis, and made a passage into and out of the royal palace; they began to build the palace and then the habitation of the god and of their ancestors. This they continued to ornament in successive generations, every king surpassing the one who came before him to the utmost of his power, until they made the building a marvel to behold for size and for beauty.

And, beginning from the sea, they dug a canal three hundred feet in width and one hundred feet in depth, and fifty stadia in length, which they carried through to the outermost zone, making a passage from the sea up to this, which became a u, and leaving an opening sufficient to enable the largest vessels to find ingress. Moreover, they divided the zones of land which parted the zones of sea, constructing bridges of such a width as would leave a passage for a single trireme to pass out of one into another, and roofed them over; and there was a way underneath for the ships, for the banks of the zones were raised considerably above the water.

Now the largest of the zones into which a passage was cut from the sea was three stadia in breadth, and the zone of land which came next of equal breadth; but the next two, as well the zone of water as of land, were two stadia, and the one which surrounded the central island was a stadium only in width. The island in which the palace was situated had a diameter of five stadia.

This, and the zones and the bridge, which was the sixth part of a stadium in width, they surrounded by a stone wall, on either side placing towers, and gates on the bridges where the sea passed in. The stone which was used in the work they quarried from underneath the centre island and from underneath the zones, on the outer as well as the inner side. One kind of stone was white, another black, and a third red; and, as they quarried, they at the same time hollowed out docks double within, having roofs formed out of the native rock. Some of their buildings were simple, but in others they put together different stones, which they intermingled for the sake of ornament, to be a natural source of delight.

The entire circuit of the wall which went round the outermost one they covered with a coating of brass, and the circuit of the next wall they coated with tin, and the third, which encompassed the citadel flashed with the red light of orichalcum.

The palaces in the interior of the citadel were constructed in this wise: In the centre was a holy temple dedicated to Cleito and Poseidon, which remained inaccessible, and was surrounded by an enclosure of gold; this was the spot in which they originally begat the race of the ten princes, and thither they annually brought the fruits of the earth in their season from all the ten portions, and performed sacrifices to each of them. Here, too, was Poseidon's own temple, of a stadium in length and half a stadium in width, and of a proportionate height, having a sort of barbaric splendour.

All the outside of the temple, with the exception of the pinnacles, they covered with silver, and the pinnacles with gold. In the interior of the temple the roof was of ivory, adorned everywhere with gold and silver and orichalcum; all the other parts of the walls and pillars and floor they lined with orichalcum. In the temple they placed statues of gold: there was the god himself standing in a chariot--the charioteer of six winged horses--and of such a size that he touched the roof of the building with his head; around him there were a hundred Nereids riding on dolphins, for such was thought to be the number of them in that day.

Plato (423-348 BC)
There were also in the interior of the temple other images which had been dedicated by private individuals. And around the temple on the outside were placed statues of gold of all the ten kings and of their wives; and there were many other great offerings, both of kings and of private individuals, coming both from the city itself and the foreign cities over which they held sway. There was an altar, too, which in size and workmanship corresponded to the rest of the work, and there were palaces in like manner which answered to the greatness of the kingdom and the glory of the temple.

In the next place, they used fountains both of cold and hot springs; these were very abundant, and both kinds wonderfully adapted to use by reason of the sweetness and excellence of their waters. They constructed buildings about them, and planted suitable trees; also cisterns, some open to the heaven, other which they roofed over, to be used in winter as warm baths, there were the king's baths, and the baths of private persons, which were kept apart; also separate baths for women, and others again for horses and cattle, and to them they gave as much adornment as was suitable for them.

The water which ran off they carried, some to the grove of Poseidon, where were growing all manner of trees of wonderful height and beauty, owing to the excellence of the soil; the remainder was conveyed by aqueducts which passed over the bridges to the outer circles: and there were many temples built and dedicated to many gods; also gardens and places of exercise, some for men, and some set apart for horses, in both of the two islands formed by the zones; and in the centre of the larger of the two there was a race-course of a stadium in width, and in length allowed to extend all round the island, for horses to race in.

Also there were guard-houses at intervals for the body-guard, the more trusted of whom had their duties appointed to them in the lesser zone, which was nearer the Acropolis; while the most trusted of all had houses given them within the citadel, and about the persons of the kings. The docks were full of triremes and naval stores, and all things were quite ready for use.

Enough of the plan of the royal palace. Crossing the outer harbours, which were three in number, you would come to a wall which began at the sea and went all round: this was everywhere distant fifty stadia from the largest zone and harbour, and enclosed the whole, meeting at the mouth of the channel toward the sea. The entire area was densely crowded with habitations; and the canal and the largest of the harbours were full of vessels and merchants coming from all parts, who, from their numbers, kept up a multitudinous sound of human voices and din of all sorts night and day.

I have described the city and the parts about the ancient palace, and now I must endeavour to describe the nature and arrangement of the rest of the country. The whole country was very lofty and precipitous on the side of the sea, but the country immediately about and surrounding the city was a level plain, itself surrounded by mountains which descended toward the sea; it was smooth and even, but of an oblong shape, extending in one direction three thousand stadia, and going up the country from the sea through the centre of the island two thousand stadia; the whole region of the island lies toward the south, and is sheltered from the north.

The surrounding mountains were celebrated for their number and size and beauty, in which they exceeded all that are now to be seen anywhere; having in them also many wealthy inhabited villages, and rivers and lakes, and meadows supplying food enough for every animal, wild or tame, and wood of various sorts, abundant for every kind of work.

I will now describe the plain, which had been cultivated during many ages by many generations of kings. It was rectangular, and for the most part straight and oblong; and what it wanted of the straight line followed the line of the circular ditch.

The depth and width and length of this ditch were incredible and gave the impression that such a work, in addition to so many other works, could hardly have been wrought by the hand of man. But I must say what I have heard. It was excavated to the depth of a hundred feet, and its breadth was a stadium everywhere; it was carried round the whole of the plain, and was ten thousand stadia in length.

It received the streams which came down from the mountains, and winding round the plain, and touching the city at various points, was there let off into the sea. From above, likewise, straight canals of a hundred feet in width were cut in the plain, and again let off into the ditch, toward the sea; these canals were at intervals of a hundred stadia, and by them they brought down the wood from the mountains to the city, and conveyed the fruits of the earth in ships, cutting transverse passages from one canal into another, and to the city.

Twice in the year they gathered the fruits of the earth--in winter having the benefit of the rains, and in summer introducing the water of the canals. As to the population, each of the lots in the plain had an appointed chief of men who were fit for military service, and the size of the lot was to be a square of ten stadia each way, and the total number of all the lots was sixty thousand."

Plato claimed that Atlantis eventually fell from favour with the Gods (Zeus principally) because it aspired too much to greatness and the expansion of its empire. He says it was eventually destroyed by a massive seismic event (earthquake and or volcano) and sank to the bottom of the sea 9,000 years before he wrote his treatise. 

He positioned the mythical island at the western end of the Mediterranean, near the pillars of Hercules, but speculation in the last century or so is that the massive volcanic eruption that blew the eastern Mediterranean Greek island of Santorini apart in the bronze age might have been the real basis of Plato's fictional Atlantis myth.

Santorini today (photographed from the ISS)
A lot of the topography Plato mentioned, in addition to the details of palace and harbour construction, brass-clad walls, naval expertise and religious practices, is very reminiscent of the Minoan civilisation that had flourished not 9,000 but 3,000 years earlier and of Santorini in particular with its crescent shape, concentric ring of islands and mountainous Thera archaeologic site. It is tempting to think that Plato might have drawn on historically-based folklore in constructing his representation of Atlantis.

And now, if you're still with me after such a lengthy post, here for the first time is a poem that is actually titled:

Ancient Cities Of The Heart
They were not steps
I was looking to retrace
through a cobwebbed past

down dusty pathways
partly overgrown
with clinging brambles

into the deceptive dapple
of yesterday's sunlight
under such ancient trees.

But those descending stones
are where I placed an opal ring
upon a sweet girl's finger,

inconstancy not even
a shadow of a thought.
And on that grassy slope beyond

by moonlight pledged my troth
to another, rippling notes
of water music in our ears,

while through that thicket
glimpse the memory 
of a green girl held fast,

our slender limbs entwined,
her emerald eyes.
Heaven sighs.

And within this old house
on this deserted square
passion echoes still.

No need to re-enter there,
nor the red-tiled villa
round the corner

on whose roof I lay
in another lover's arms
beneath the stars

as time wheeled away.
I'd forgotten too the fountain
dry now for many years,

and didn't we laugh 
as we showered
in its rainbow waters.

It's a curious thing
how among the broken glass,
warped frames, shed skins,

the auras of so many 
once loved ghosts
cling on affectionately.

Of course it comes with the usual caveat, that as a newly-written piece, it may be subject to revision on reflection. 

Finally, in an extraordinary act of foolishness/generosity (delete as appropriate), I attach links to two musical bonuses this week. Just click on the song titles to open up the YouTube links. Take your pick from: Atlantis by Donovan and Deserted Cities Of The Heart by Cream. Enjoy.











Thanks for reading, S ;-)

Friday, 5 June 2026

Classical Cities

I met Steve for lunch today and promised him a short blog and a poem for this week's theme. It was a great lunch, great pizza, great talk about Rome and the Coliseum among many other things...

some of the beauty and splendour of Rome
... not so sure about the poem.

Classical Cities

The thing about cities
is that they are full of beautiful women.

High cheek lines, red velvet mouths,
white swan necks, proud breasts and slender thighs.

Auburn, black or blonde long hair
Scarves and stripes, silk and stockings.

Stylish, eye catching, head turning, beautiful women.
The older the better...

The cities that is.










Thanks for reading, Bill Allison.

Wednesday, 3 June 2026

Ancient Cities

Two of the problems when it comes to writing about ancient cities are a) what is ancient and b) what is a city. I was reading an article the other day that kept referring to Ancient Rome. Ok, Rome is definitely a city but the ancient part of it is debatable when you consider that the Rome being referred to was 2,000 years ago whilst the earliest cities (and we’ll come to them) are considered to have existed 3,000 years before that i.e. 5,000 years ago.

artist's impression of Uruk, circa 4500 BCE
Incidentally, Rome at the height of its power had over one million people in it before it collapsed in around 400 CE. The next city to have over a million in its population was London in the 19th century.

So what is ancient? Well, for the purposes of this article, as it relates to cities, I’m taking a time period where we have physical evidence and texts that the places exist.

Much of the following is taken from the World History Encyclopaedia by Joshua J. Mark published on 05 April 2014:
In the study of the ancient world a City is generally defined as a large populated urban centre of commerce and administration with a system of laws and, usually, regulated means of sanitation. This is only one definition, however, and the designation `City' can be based on such factors as the:
population of the settlement
height of buildings
density of buildings/population
presence of some kind of sewer system
level of administrative government
presence of walls and/or fortifications
geographical area of the settlement
or whether a `settlement' was called a `city' in antiquity and fits at least one of the above qualifications.

the fertile crescent
Professor George Modelski, of the University of Washington, encourages a definition based on the work of the historian Tertius Chandler (in his book Four Thousand Years of Urban Growth) which defines a city, as distinct from a village, based upon population. Modelski writes:
Adopting Chandler's means of definition, then, settlements such as Tell Brak in modern-day Syria (first founded in c. 6000 BCE) cannot be considered cities.

The city of Uruk, today considered the oldest in the world, was first settled in c. 4500 BCE and walled cities, for defence, were common by 2900 BCE throughout the region. The city of Eridu, close to Uruk, was considered the first city in the world by the Sumerians while other cities which lay claim to the title of `first city' are Byblos, Jericho, Damascus, Aleppo, Jerusalem, Sidon, Luoyang, Athens, Argos, and Varasani.

All of these cities are certainly ancient and are located in regions which have been populated from a very early date. Modelski cites the population of Uruk at 14,000 in the year 3700 BCE but 80,000 by the year 2800 BCE. I was a bit surprised by the figure of 80,000 as when I was checking I found that Carlisle has much the same population now and that seems, to me, a fairly large city.

the ruins of Uruk today
I wanted to use a poem that actually praises the city, from the ancient to the present day, as a place to live. There is a reason why people have wanted to live in them but I can’t find one that really suits my purpose so I’m going to make use of this chance which sort of works.

Ever since my school days I’ve disliked Robert Browning purely on the basis of one poem. This is a short section with a corrected title:

Up the City – Down the Villa

Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare,
The house for me, no doubt, were a house in the city-square;
Ah, such a life, such a life, as one leads at the window there!

Something to see, by Bacchus, something to hear, at least!
There, the whole day long, one's life is a perfect feast;
While up at a villa one lives, I maintain it, no more than a beast.

Well now, look at our villa! stuck like the horn of a bull
Just on a mountain-edge as bare as the creature's skull,
Save a mere shag of a bush with hardly a leaf to pull!
--I scratch my own, sometimes, to see if the hair's turned wool.

But the city, oh the city--the square with the houses! Why?
They are stone-faced, white as a curd, there's something to take the eye!
Houses in four straight lines, not a single front awry;
You watch who crosses and gossips, who saunters, who hurries by;
Green blinds, as a matter of course, to draw when the sun gets high;
And the shops with fanciful signs which are painted properly.

Down the Villa
Thanks for reading, Terry Q.

Tuesday, 2 June 2026

Ancient Cities -- Bedrock


Thinking of ancient cities and my lack of personal experience in the real world, took me back to childhood and my love for the cartooned world of the Flintstones. They lived in the suburban area of a stone age city called Bedrock. I would have moved in with them, anytime. I was fascinated by their household appliances and gadgets which amused me more than the storylines. I would be spellbound for the entire twenty minutes or so of each episode. This wasn’t confined to childhood. In my early 30s, I would get up at some crazy time to watch an early morning episode before travelling out of town to work. I lived alone, so no raised eyebrows or questions. Somewhere, I have a DVD. I’m shocked that my grandchildren are not the least bit interested.

I planned to visit the Holy Land in my mid-twenties. It was an organised trip, like a pilgrimage, with a group of people from the church I belonged to at the time. I looked forward to setting foot in the ancient cities and places I had heard about and grown up with from the Bible stories of Sunday School and my Christian upbringing. It couldn’t happen. My father had always been supportive and encouraging, taking an interest in my endeavours, but he was clearly unhappy about this. There was conflict in the Middle East. Israel had invaded Lebanon and the thought of me going into potential danger ‘on holiday’ was something he really didn’t want. I couldn’t let him worry himself sick, so I didn’t go.

My travels abroad haven’t taken me anywhere ancient, more modern history, like being in Virginia, USA and learning about the American Civil War. I was staying with my family who live there. Their home was close to an area where battles had taken place, which ignited my interest. One of my cousins had studied The Battle of Bull Run and we spent time in Manassas, another battlefield and home to a museum. Not an ancient city, though.

Born in Manchester, lived in Lancaster, visited Colchester and many Roman cities in the UK. Stonehenge, not a city, but ancient, as is Calanais standing stones on the Isle of Lewis in the Outer Hebrides. Not far from there is the village or township of Garenin, which is a collection of black houses, restored as an historical monument. No one lives there now, but some of the buildings are habitable and open for paying guests to stay for the experience. I haven’t stayed overnight, but I wouldn’t mind.

I’ve chosen Lemn Sissay’s poem about Canterbury, which I think qualifies as an ancient city.

Cantuarian

I ha’ant the time to rest at night
I hold the moon and satellite
I am the librarian of light
For Canterbury for all its might

And I roll beneath I roll
And I hold I hold I hold
And I swirl and I swirl
And waves uncurl

This Cantuarian
This latitudinarian
Carried the stones
Of the Trinitarian

In the river of the broken sword
(The failure of the knighted hoard)
In that winter – sheath unseen –
I washed it clean I washed it clean

Time and river entwine a ripple of twine
A shiver of rhyme this rhythm of mine
I carry the story out to the sea
The west wind addresses me

By bank and by bed, red and deeper
The city head the secret keeper
I bathed the uncivilised scream
I washed it clean I washed it clean

And I roll beneath I roll
And I hold I hold I hold
And I swirl and I swirl
And waves uncurl

I am the librarian of light
For Canterbury for all its might.

                               Lemn Sissay, OBE FRSL

Thanks for reading, Pam x

Saturday, 30 May 2026

Transport

I drove from Blackpool to Durham today, musing on the allotted blog theme of transport as I motored along. 

It was a beautiful morning. The first half of the journey was by motorway (M55 and M6), heading north through the sunny uplands of Lancashire and Cumbria. The next part by contrast was across the spine of rural England heading east through spritely green dales and hills dotted with ancient market towns (Kirkby Stephen, Brough, Bowes, Barnard Castle, Bishop Auckland), much of it along the route of an old Roman road.

Along that eastward leg of the journey I encountered scores of Roma and traveller folk on their way to next week's annual Appleby Horse Fair. There were modern motorised homes, land rovers pulling horse boxes, caravans towed by cars and quite a few traditional 'gypsy' horse drawn caravans (see below) making the journey, which slowed us motorists to a sedate pace through the Eden valley. There was plenty of opportunity therefore to observe caravans parked on grass verges, with tethered horses cropping contentedly by the sides of the road.

Horse drawn caravan, Eden Valley
I'm supposing that horse-riding and then horse-drawn or oxen-drawn carts/wagons must have been among the earliest forms of transport on land. Water borne hollowed out logs may have preceded land travel, but I'd need to check dates and I'm short of time this evening.

I did, however, dip into a brief bit of online research about the speed of horse and carriage transport back in the day. It was heavily dependent on the number and quality of horses and the state of the roads. That drive took me just over two and a half hours in my 75bph (brake horse power) Vauxhall. If I had undertaken the same journey with a single horse and carriage it would have taken several days to transport myself from Blackpool to Durham, with rest time and refuelling for the horses. No wonder all those ancient market towns had splendid coaching inns and hotels and ostlers (my word of the week).

Inevitably, given the beautiful weather today (at the end of a splendid and unseasonably hot May week), and with transport being in mind, my thoughts strayed to a holiday. It won't surprise you to hear that Greece is calling, later this year and still to be finalised of course (depending on football fixtures and middle east wars). I quite like the idea of Naxos. Never been, though we have sailed past it on more than one occasion. 

Blackpool to Durham is only 125 miles. Blackpool to Naxos is about 1,750 miles. By my rough reckoning, that would take nearly three months by horse and carriage...unless the horse was Pegasus and could fly...

Naxos Airport, Greece
...which was the point of departure for this latest poem (obviously a first take and likely to undergo revision when time allows). Imagine it's 500BC. For those who didn't know, Hellas (Ελλάς) is both the ancient and modern name in Greek for what we call Greece

Flight To Hellas
Welcome aboard this evening's
Pegasus Airways flight to Hellas.
My name is Artemisia
and it will be my pleasure
to look after you
on our journey tonight.

The prevailing wind 
is westerly, so we will shortly
be taking off into the setting sun
before heading down Bretagne,
passing over Stonehenge
and crossing into Gaul.

In the hours of darkness
we will be winging south-east
over Helvetia, Etruria and Illyria,
then starting our descent 
over Macedonia
before touching down in Hellas
just as rosy dawn is breaking.

Settle back, relax body and mind
and prepare for departure.
Once we are safely in the air
I will bring refreshments
of ambrosia and nectar,
distribute cloud pillows
and dream blankets
and update you 
on flying conditions over Europa,
which are currently set fair.

On behalf of Captain Bellerophon
and Pegasus Airways
I wish you all a pleasant flight.







Thanks for reading, S ;-)