Resurrected by Write Place's Dear Reader - "Brooke, Browning and Ward (Clifford T )" - Posts From the Past
Recently I have been reposting some of my long ago posts from this blog, with a view to remind myself of them and also to see how, my views/observations of life in general have changed, if at all over the years.
It seems that I am being helped along with this by those who have not only read and commented on the re - posts but have also been reading other posts from the past, which is very nice. Thank you.
Here is the post from 2011 which I had certainly forgotten I had written, and my comment for today is only that I am now only just over two years away from the "three score years and ten" that I mentioned back then, as though it were a lifetime away :
"One day, Clifford T Ward will be mentioned in the same breath as Rupert Brook and Dylan Thomas, for he is as quintessentially British and poetic as they were. Like them too his life was tinged with great sadness and unfulfilled promise and was ended far too soon."
So reads a comment on You tube on the link to a performance of one of his songs.
Clifford T Ward - Home Thoughts
When anyone dies "too soon" it is sad and often tragic, though we have to accept that we are not immortal and death comes to us all at some point. When a child or person of great talent dies, it perhaps seems most poignant and we think of unfulfilled dreams and waste. Ward was a skilful poet and musician, - "Home Thoughts" being a particular favourite of mine. "I could be a millionaire, if I had the money", is a wonderful line, the sentiment being expressed across years of poetic writings and songs and cultures. He is also relatively unknown for someone of his calibre, I think.
Maybe he was not as unfulfilled as we might imagine and perhaps no one can talk about anyone's unfulfillment except their own. It was said that would have had more commercial success if he hadn't disliked touring, interviews and photo shoots so much. He probably didn't class those things as fulfilment. Even at my age, I am not certain what it is that fulfils me . I know what I care about, what concerns me and what pleases me and knowing my loved ones are well and happy makes me happy, as pretentious or contentious as that may seem.
When I get to my 'three score years and ten' I should know. Not long to go."
Brenda
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