I went to see and hear “The Book of Longing” last night, Philip Glass’ musical setting of a selection of Leonard Cohen’s poems. Leonard Cohen, praised for the last forty years or so as much as a singer-songwriter as a poet, is an odd choice as a libbrettist. Glass may mostly be a better composer…
This is how I spent my weekend: These are a couple of pictures of me looking rather like a sci-fi elephant in one of Lygia Clark’s “Sensorial Hoods” at The Barbican’s Tropicália exhibition, celebrating that late-60s explosion of art and culture, reacting to the “sixties” taking root in the US and Europe, and to their…