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Thursday, 23 December 2004
St Mary’s by night, second attempt


Here’s my second attempt at the night show. It’s still not perfect but I won’t bore you with any more in this series!  At least the ghosts have disappeared. (Note to self: When photographing in the cold outdoors take a deep breath, hold it, then press the shutter.)

This morning I got up relatively early and drove to see Lynette in Norwood, where she was visiting a friend.  (Note to self: for the rest of your holidays try to get up earlier.)

On the way back I listened to an interesting discussion about Faust, tracing his history from a malicious magician playing tricks on innkeepers in the 15th Century, through Marlow and Goethe through to Coleridge and Mary Shelley�s Frankenstein.  If you are interested in historical development of literature, and this particular thread of German and English literature, I recommend that you listen to it and note the elasticity of the myth of Faust over time, here. (It will be available there for about a week). 

The program, on BBC Radio 4 is called In Our Time and it�s home page is here.

Here is the program blurb (which may also disappear in the near future):


“Was this the face that launch’d a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!
Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!”

So spoke Dr Faustus with unnerving prescience shortly before being dragged off to hell in Christopher Marlowe’s historical tragedy. His Faustian pact with the devil Mephistopheles had granted him 24 years of limitless knowledge and power, but at the cost of his soul. His terrible story was told as a dire warning to anyone who would seek to reach beyond the limits of their human lot.

But who was the real Faust? Why has his story maintained a 400 year grip on the German and British imaginations, and how has his image changed as each generation embraced the myth?


Juliette Wood, Associate Lecturer in the Department of Welsh at the University College of Wales in Cardiff and Secretary of the Folklore Society

Osman Durrani, Professor of German at the University of Kent at Canterbury

Rosemary Ashton, Quain Professor of English Language and Literature at University College London

This afternoon I gave Mob a hand with their house-move. They are moving to a stunning house in Reigate, cough, Reigate, near to Gatton Park which is where bluemeanie and pinkie are going for an Easter music residential next year.


Posted by bigblue on 23/12/2004 at 11:39 PM
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