
Harry Eyres
Freelance Journalist at Freelance
Passionate European, Hispanophile, poet, birdwatcher, tennis nut, amateur pianist. Author of Horace and Me, contributor to @NewStatesman, @worldoffinewine.
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Nov 12, 2024 |
voegelinview.com | Harry Eyres
“No ideas but in things” – but poems Don’t exactly deal in things. More images perhaps? That is, The thing transformed, or in a new light, As Monet’s Nymphéas aren’t quite lilies, Are they? Or those white dashes On King Philip’s tunic, which Velázquez daubed with lordly Near-indifference, as if to show He too had kingly grace and power. The closer you look at “things”, At least in paintings, the more they Seem to dissipate, become More abstract, more like elements.
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Nov 5, 2024 |
timatkin.com | Harry Eyres
Once, many moons ago, I was in a bar in Sanlúcar de Barrameda with my friends Tim and Rocío Holt. Possibly I had imbibed one too many copitas of Manzanilla, but I let slip that I wrote poetry – whereupon an earnest young Sanluqueño asked me if my poetry was “subjective or objective”.
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Oct 29, 2024 |
worldoffinewine.com | Harry Eyres
Harry Eyres explores the many connections and affinities between wine and music. Music is the world as we would like it to be—a world without borders, free of prejudice and discrimination, a world governed by love and harmony, not hatred and division. Even in the worst of times, music has been able to soar free.
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Jul 18, 2024 |
worldoffinewine.com | Harry Eyres
A singular, shining identity. The expression of a particular, unique place on the Earth’s surface—call it terroir—blessed by geological and microclimatic felicities, hallowed by a name rich in historical or at least local associations, through the prism of a noble grape variety. This ideal notion carries much weight in the world of wine. You might recall Walter Pater’s dictum that “all art constantly aspires to the condition of music” and apply it to this luminous singularity.
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Jul 3, 2024 |
newstatesman.com | Harry Eyres
At the French Open earlier this year there was a sense of Götterdämmerung. No tennis career lasts for ever; even the very greatest eventually tire and retire from the race. But this year it felt as if the last of a generation of titans were leaving the stage. The downing of the indomitable warrior Rafael Nadal, undoubtedly the greatest clay court player of all time, in the first round at the hands of Alexander Zverev was the most striking and poignant example.
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