Biography of Michael Shepherd
farmwork; 9-14 teacher; pro-am drama; scholarship to Oxford University to study Anglo-Saxon and English Literature; dropout; backstage Ballets de Paris; industrial journalism; midlife crisis around 25; invoice typist; bookshop assistant; art journalist; book reviewer; small book on Barbara Hepworth,1963; art critic for national newspapers and magazines 20 years; radio and television work; presented to Queen Mother for services to Canadian art; and to Rajeev Gandhi for services to Indian art; Post-graduate Thesis Tutor, Royal Academy of Art 20 years; Selector and Juror Mid-States Art Contest, Indiana; translator and research team for Letters of Marsilio Ficino; obituary writer for The Times; 24/7 carer 7 years; writer/editor of Ficino celebratory volume 1999(see Books page here) now translated into Dutch; political satirist for website, 'Call Me Tony'; proofreader for forthcoming 18-volume Encyclopaedia of Hindu Philosophy; various essays on 50 years of Zimbabwean sculpture; historical context essay for 'Gardens of Philosophy: Ficino on Plato' by Arthur Farndell, Shepheard-Walwyn Publishers,2006, £18.95; Godstow Press in Oxford published 136 sonnets under the title 'Awakening to Myself' in December 2004 (£15 postfree in Britain, contact Godstow Press for overseas postage) . For international payment, see firstname.lastname@example.org
Michael has been a member of the School of Economic Science/School of Practical Philosophy in London for 50 years, and moderates (2008) the Poetry Forum attached to its website.
He is currently Text Editor for the online 'Hindupedia' encyclopaedia of Hinduism.
His latest book on Waterperry is noted below.
Michael Shepherd's Works:
Barbara Hepworth: Methuen,1963
Friend to Mankind (Marsilio Ficino,1433-1499) : Shepheard-Walwyn,1999
Marsilio Ficino: Een universeel mens: Uitgeverij Ankh-Hermes bv, Deventer,2002 (translation of the major part of the above volume, with additional essays by Jjost Ritman, Annine ven der Meer, and Jacob Slavenburg)
Awakening to Myself (poems, December 2004)
Waterperry House and Grounds: an elusive history. (School of Economic Science,2009)
Michael Shepherd Poems
Love Love Love
Oh it's so easy to say - 'Give what you think you lack - You feel unloved? Then give love, and love, and love...'...
! A grief ago
'There is no grief which time does not lessen or soften' - so said Cicero, a man so often right;
! A Wish
I'd like to write - like grown-up poets do: with similes that span the universe, that sparkle, crackle, dazzle, woo the mind; and touch the heart with tender, swoony verse...
A pretty girl is like a simile and vice-a-versa so I'd say
! Baby love, maybe love
so there you are in your pram or kiddikarria nicely tucked up, being talked to in that
! An angry poem about peace
This is an angry poem. About those weasel phrases which blow like paper in the street going nowhere,
! A Platonic Reminiscence of a Great La...
Someone mentioned your name yesterday and I was silent You loved goodness, you were goodness,
! ! Love's Grammar Book
I love you. That's it, really. all there is to say.
! An offering of bliss to you
Your bliss is not my bliss and yet perhaps if I tell you my bliss there may be a place
! A Poet
He — or was it she? was a child who said little but walked, endlessly, just looking
! A poem for Samuel
Who is that man who calls you ' a nobody'? Oh, he's nobody. Who is that man who says 'You're really somebody'?
and some other father at the club says, has she flown the nest yet? and it sounds so crude you don’t want to answer.
! 'Great Write...' - great reader!
Every poem is an invitation for the readers to use their imagination a vehicle licensed
! Homage to a not unknown poet
Straightway - it's the tone. Even; quiet but clear; is it writing, or is it talking? As if to family: you're being filled in on what happened yesterday or last week;
Sonnet and Sonata
May sonnet ever match sonata form?
whose opening movement catches restless mind;
whose new and ever-fresh harmonious sound
puts spark in eye and ear, and feet on ground;
then, slower movement, drawing us to still peace,
takes mind within to where all movements cease;
murmuring all that inner nature knows,
restoring to our self its true repose.