I may have actually bought some of these, or one, back in the '60s, but only so my brother Arthur and I could make terrible fun...

In one of his most compelling songs, Gates of Eden, Bob Dylan wrote: "At dawn my lover comes to me/and/tells me of her dreams/with...

    there is no translation for streams of pure meaning and pure fire like motion and speed who made thee my steed ...

When I was a girl, horses galloped through my imagination. Horses of beauty, pride and grace. These were not horses I could ride ...

Ah yes, Georges Melies. I keep encountering him, this odd little Frenchie/genius. The other night (I still have a hangover from it), Turner...