The answer is: I forgot . . . until Friday evening during at jazz concert.
The reason for my memory lapse is: I’ve been concentrating full time on R. S. Thomas and his poetry.
But shouldn’t that, you ask, have produced a post?
Yes, if I’d been thinking about writing Thomas posts, but I was thinking about writing Thomas talks.
Ten of them.
To be given between May 1st and 28th. One here in Pennsylvania and nine in Wales.
So there should be a fresh supply of material for posts when I get back to Saint Corny by the Quarry at the end of May.
Perhaps there’ll be other new material as well. For I plan to spend five days in London and two in Cambridge before going on to Hawarden and Aberdaron in Wales.
In London, there’s a Matisse exhibit at the Tate Modern, and a friend has arranged for my son and me to see some of William Blake’s works at the Fitzwilliam Museum in Cambridge.
Speaking of Matisse, didn’t Thomas write a poem about one of his paintings?
H’mmm . . . .