James A. Winn

Scholar:

Publication of Queen Anne:
Patroness of Art
s:   1 July, 2014

Selected reviews:

The Independent (London)

The Wall Street Journal

Video interviews posted by Oxford University Press:

1. On Anne’s interest and training in the arts

2. Historical methodology

3. The mechanics of royal patronage

Podcast of address on Queen Anne and protocol, delivered at the National Archives, Kew, on 24 July 2014

http://media.nationalarchives.gov.uk/index.php/things-forms-ceremonys-ritual-authority-reign-queen-anne/

The Poetry of War (Cambridge, 2008)

Interview on NPR’s “On Point”

 Academic Profile 
Curriculum Vitae

      

 Flutist:

Upcoming concerts:

Wednesday, October 15,
12:30 p.m.
Marsh Chapel, Boston University
Works for flute alone by Bach, Debussy, Varèse and Berio

Saturday, December 6, 2014
St. John’s Church, Jamaica
       Plain
with David Kopp, piano
Works by Schumann, Martinu, Vaughan Williams, and Prokofieff


Musical selection of the month: 
Walter Piston, Sonata for Flute and Piano, Allegro vivace, with Susan Almasi, piano
WAV    MP3
 Musical Profile

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    Background image: Anne Killigrew,
    Venus Adorned by the Graces, c. 1684    

     

    Poem of the month:

     

    To Autumn

    Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
    Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
    Conspiring with him how to load and bless
    With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
    To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
    And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
    To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
    With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
    And still more, later flowers for the bees,
    Until they think warm days will never cease,
    For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

    Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
    Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
    Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
    Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
    Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
    Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
    Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
    And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
    Steady thy laden head across a brook;
    Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
    Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

    Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
    Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
    While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
    And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
    Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
    Among the river sallows, borne aloft
    Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
    And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
    Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
    The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
    And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.


                                                                  ——John Keats

     

    3 September 2014