Post image for Welcome


All these long years, it had been there for him –
Some patch of canvas naked as the light,
Left untouched by some curious oversight,
Or just abandoned at some patron’s whim;
And all the while he’d seen in every space –
As one might see it in a starry sky,
Or in a fire, or water rushing by –
The features of his own first angel’s face.
So when at last the master gave him leave
To finish off a corner of one scene,
The pupil had no picture to conceive;
For in that instant, wild and serene,
The angel wings in his own heart unfurled –
His soul his brush, and in his brush the world.

By Jonathan Steffen

First published in ‘Acumen’, October 1994; reprinted in ‘First Sixty: The Acumen Anthology’, 2010

Boccaccio and Dante: The miracle of free speech

Thumbnail image for Boccaccio and Dante: The miracle of free speech

One of the many wonderful aspects of Boccaccio’s genius is his relationship with Dante. Bocaccio greatly admired Dante: he knew him, he wrote a biography of him, and he lectured on The Divine Comedy – becoming in the process the first person in the late Middle Ages to lecture formally on a contemporary author.

Read the full article →

The Loves of Mars and Venus:Celebrating the 300th Anniversary of the birth of modern ballet, performed at Drury Lane Theatre in 1717

Thumbnail image for The Loves of Mars and Venus:Celebrating the 300th Anniversary of the birth of modern ballet, performed at Drury Lane Theatre in 1717

Dance is arguably the most ephemeral of art forms, eternally of the moment and impossible to capture in its totality. From the late 19th century, it became possible to document it in photographs, and from the 20th century in film, but even footage of Rudolf Nureyev, Josephine Baker or Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers in their pomp cannot quite render of power and brilliance that must have blazed forth from their every step when they danced live.

Read the full article →


Thumbnail image for Hearses

Like regrets drifting through consciousness,
They glide through the streets of our cities,
Untouchably themselves,
Silently intent on their purpose,
Counting eternities with each corner they turn.

Read the full article →

Cities as ideas

Thumbnail image for Cities as ideas

14 August 2017
Rome Airport
I am beginning to understand that great cities are always infinitely more than themselves. By this I do not mean simply that a city comprises its present existence together with all of its history: I mean, rather, that it comprises all these things plus all attempts, in the past as well as in the present, to imagine it differently – or, alternatively, to reconstruct its long-lost past.

Read the full article →

The Presence and the Absence of Rome

Thumbnail image for The Presence and the Absence of Rome

The Presence and the Absence of Rome
My visit to Rome of October 2016, and this current one, seem to have completely reversed the negative impression I developed of the city in 1982, when I first visited it.

Read the full article →

POSTPONED until further notice – “All of Your Daybreaks”

Thumbnail image for POSTPONED until further notice – “All of Your Daybreaks”

Due to unforeseen circumstances, “All of Your Daybreaks” at Cambridge Polo Club has been postponed until further notice. Please check back soon for more information.    An Evening of Poetry and Song with Jonathan Steffen and Friends Cambridge Polo Club, Saturday 2nd September, 7:30 p.m. Doors open 7:00 p.m.   Following on from the “Saddle and Ride” concert of January […]

Read the full article →

Aguirre, the Wrath of God

Thumbnail image for Aguirre, the Wrath of God

Saw – at last – Werner Herzog’s Aguirre, the Wrath of God yesterday. A marvellous film, all the better for being viewed in German: it allowed me to concentrate entirely upon the images. The experience of watching films in foreign languages inclines me to think that in the best films, dialogue is all but irrelevant.

Read the full article →


Thumbnail image for Diarists

Last night in bed, I dipped into the second volume of Virginia Woolf’s Diaries, and the Diaries of Franz Kafka. The desire to imitate a diarist is extraordinarily strong, I find

Read the full article →

Finishing a book

Thumbnail image for Finishing a book

There is nothing quite comparable to the sensation one experiences on finishing a book, whether one is writing it, writing in it, or simply reading it. The reassurance that there are endings is narcotic:

Read the full article →


Thumbnail image for Maigret

Maigret is like barium – an iridescent die introduced into the body to reveal its operations and frailties. In many of the novels, he uses a long, slow, steady process of immersion in the setting of the crime in order to understand what might have been the motivation of the criminal – an understanding which is the precondition for his being able to identify and ultimately apprehend him or her.

Read the full article →