![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo The way to peel ginger is with a spoon. The rind slips off a treat and you waste far less than you would if you used a knife. I'm peeling ginger because I'm stewing rhubarb and rhubarb and ginger is a classic combination.
YouTube, knowing I'm interested in T.E. Lawrence, punted me newsreel footage of his funeral. It was a simple interment in a village churchyard. No military pomp. No uniforms even. Winston Churchill was there. The commentator- speaking in those nasal clipped tones, reeking of emotional and sexual repression, that no-one uses anymore- called him a "great Empire-builder". Lawrence would have suffered agonies of self-questioning if he he'd thought that anyone would sum up his legacy quite so gibly. The commentator's accent was so pronounced that I thought at first I was listening to someone for whom English was a second language; an Arab, perhaps. Anyway, the sun was shining so they had a nice day for it.
I had reason this morning to take a look at the paintings of Wyndham Lewis. I like them. He'd got the hang of Cubism- and used its lessons intelligently. He also painted excellent portraits. He's been out of favour for ages because he once wrote a book calling Hitler a "man of peace"- an opinion he later revised. His blasting and bombardiering annoyed a lot of people- including the not-to-be-despised academic painter Augustus John- who resigned from the Royal Academy because it had accepted Lewis's portrait of Ezra Pound for its Summer Exhibition. Here's one of Lewis's pictures from the Great War. It's called "A Canadian Gun-pit."
YouTube, knowing I'm interested in T.E. Lawrence, punted me newsreel footage of his funeral. It was a simple interment in a village churchyard. No military pomp. No uniforms even. Winston Churchill was there. The commentator- speaking in those nasal clipped tones, reeking of emotional and sexual repression, that no-one uses anymore- called him a "great Empire-builder". Lawrence would have suffered agonies of self-questioning if he he'd thought that anyone would sum up his legacy quite so gibly. The commentator's accent was so pronounced that I thought at first I was listening to someone for whom English was a second language; an Arab, perhaps. Anyway, the sun was shining so they had a nice day for it.
I had reason this morning to take a look at the paintings of Wyndham Lewis. I like them. He'd got the hang of Cubism- and used its lessons intelligently. He also painted excellent portraits. He's been out of favour for ages because he once wrote a book calling Hitler a "man of peace"- an opinion he later revised. His blasting and bombardiering annoyed a lot of people- including the not-to-be-despised academic painter Augustus John- who resigned from the Royal Academy because it had accepted Lewis's portrait of Ezra Pound for its Summer Exhibition. Here's one of Lewis's pictures from the Great War. It's called "A Canadian Gun-pit."
