February 16, 2012
As the piece is called Song of Songs I suppose I should be thinking about singing. However the text in all its richness seems song enough in some ways.
by Struan Leslie
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February 14, 2012
Well it's week three in the Song of Songs house. And a tough one too.
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February 11, 2012
So here we are just off Russell Square at the side of the Hotel Russell, in the heart of London's Bloomsbury. This beautiful building is covered in 'tea with milk terracotta'.
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February 11, 2012
On the wall of the rehearsal room we have the entire text.
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February 10, 2012
It's now week two of rehearsals and so much for blogging a little everyday. Apologies but it was all I could do to eat and think.
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February 7, 2012
On the green chain walk in South East London there is an 'inclosure' of deer – they look like they are white hart and roe deer.
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February 6, 2012
So having said I wouldn't video in the church, I could not resist all these sheep – the image is so strong in the text as well as being a bit strange to our ears – the comparison of teeth to sheep! We will, I am sure, find a reason why that is so.
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February 1, 2012
Simply put, this is about time. This man, Richard Streatfielde Greene, died in 1601. There is the use of language – English and not Latin in a church. The time is coming.
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January 31, 2012
While out walking in Kent in the late summer, we walked past a number of buildings, churches, and houses that would have been there before and since the creation of the King James Bible.
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January 31, 2012
6:2 'My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.'
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