Author: BloomsburyFestival

The circus of enlightenment Roll up! Roll up! Join us for an era of excitement, enlightenment and inspiration! Something’s getting started here on the newly developed edges of London. Gents (and ladies – although most of that comes later) you’re

A Tomb Figure With Splash Glaze (Tang Dynasty 700-750), Shines A Light On Visitors To A Museum.   Purloined. Frozen in time. Motionless. Yet, within me is more life than feels safe. I roar, rage in earthenware form.  They stop;

HERE COMES THE SUN By Lauren McMenemy ________ Little darling. The absence of light is not darkness. It’s living numb, existing, waiting for hope that never comes. Is what we see really real? Or is it just perception? “We are

Gardens, Squares, Many Layers  Strolling around, I happen upon Lockdown & Before (Ram Shergill). Images of an almost deserted Doughty Street, empty British Museum entrances/exits and ghostly Gower Street on a 2020 Bloomsbury Festival walk, slide and click in my

Memories of Writing In Residence And Other Things By Margaret Kenna   It starts with the Cinnamon shop Which sounds like it should involve pastries But is actually all about memory It reminds me to ring my father Who can

Opening night at the Bloomsbury Festival: A Sense of Belonging A crowd stands watching a black and white projection on the Holy Cross Church in Cromer Street. Tucked around the back, caged in a garden, a neon tiger growls at

Fanny and Me at Bloomsbury Child me: dress-refuser and climber-upper of trees. Eyeing a book cover being flapped in front of my nose by my earnest mother. On it is a girl in a pinafore, flaxen hair flowing, kneeling in

Today was a mystery tour through an area I know so well, Bloomsbury. And yet it turned out that there was so much I’d never seen. A story garden, magical spells, ghost stories and mysterious clouds in a crypt. The