P.S. Quote from Heather Cox Richardson, 'Letters from an American'. April 13, 2026. Since six months I follow her (almost) daily letters on Substack.
P.P.S. She is also the historian that keeps finding the same sentence: "Someone will fix it".
P.S. Quote from Heather Cox Richardson, 'Letters from an American'. April 13, 2026. Since six months I follow her (almost) daily letters on Substack.
P.P.S. She is also the historian that keeps finding the same sentence: "Someone will fix it".
P.S. Source: User 'The Timekeeper' on Facebook on Monday, February 23, 2026.
P. P.S. I wrote about movie 'The Bridges of Madison County' before in post 'Francesca's You just ... Got Off?' (11-2020): here.
Pop songs may last only a few minutes but some of them carry stories that are hundreds of years old. Writers, poets and other myth-makers have long inspired musicians. Sometimes directly. Sometimes subconsciously. Here four songs that show how classic literature quietly lives on in pop music.
Kate Bush, ‘Peter Pan Syndrome’ (1975)
Inspired by: 'Peter Pan' by J. M. Barrie (play 1904 and novel 1911). In Barrie’s original story, Peter Pan refuses to grow up and lives in Neverland, this is a magical place that never changes. But beneath the fantasy lies something unsettling: Peter forgets people, avoids emotional depth, and remains stuck.
Kate Bush, writing 'Peter Pan Syndrome' in 1975, turns this myth into psychology. Her song isn’t about flying boys or pirates, but about adults who cling to childhood to avoid responsibility. What was once magical becomes limiting. Eternal youth is no longer freedom, but emotional paralysis.
Roxy Music, ‘Avalon’ (1982)
Inspired by: 'Avalon' from the Arthurian legends. In medieval legend, Avalon is the island where King Arthur is taken after being mortally wounded. A place of mist, healing and rest beyond the world of conflict.
Roxy Music’s 'Avalon', released in 1982, transforms this mythical island into an emotional refuge. The song is about exhaustion giving way to intimacy. Battles are over not because they were won, but because they no longer matter. Avalon becomes a private space of calm, love and surrender.
Robbie Williams, ‘The Road to Mandalay’ (2001)
Inspired by: 'Mandalay' (1890) by Rudyard Kipling. Kipling’s poem describes a British soldier longing for Mandalay, a distant place associated with warmth, beauty and freedom. It is a poem of nostalgia and escape.
Robbie Williams’ 'The Road to Mandalay', released in 2001, turns the idea inward. His Mandalay is not a place on a map, but a metaphor for reflection. The song looks back on excess, mistakes and fame, searching for meaning before it’s too late. The journey is no longer geographical, but moral and emotional.
Taylor Swift, ‘This Love’ (2014)
Inspired by: 'Ophelia' from Hamlet by William Shakespeare (around 1601). Ophelia, one of Shakespeare’s most tragic figures, is silenced, overwhelmed and ultimately lost to the water. Later paintings, especially Millais’ famous Ophelia, fixed her image as drifting, beautiful, and undone.
In the song 'This Love' (2014), Taylor Swift draws on this Ophelia-like imagery of water, drifting and surrender. But where Ophelia disappears forever, Swift’s narrator returns. The song rewrites tragedy into survival: love may overwhelm, but it does not erase the self.
A shared pattern
Across these four songs, old stories are not retold, but translated:
• Neverland becomes psychology
• Avalon becomes emotional peace
• Mandalay becomes self-reflection
• Ophelia becomes recovery
Pop music may feel modern and fleeting, but it often carries echoes of ancient myths, classic plays and old poems. These songs remind us that stories never really disappear. They adapt!
P.S. #Painting. John Everett Millais, 'Ophelia' (1851–1852). Source: wikipedia.
Today, for the first time, my eye fell on the online university Coursera. For free? Yes - some courses. A better answer: almost free. For USD 45 per month, you can take almost all courses.
I now find myself wondering why I’ve missed this website all these years. I vaguely remember having been pointed to it once before, but apparently it didn’t plant a seed back then.
I think the main reason is that I like reading self-selected books at my own pace. I’m also partly arrogant enough to believe that most courses are too superficial and offer too little added value. Just now, I did a quick reality check in the mirror. Courses and books don’t have to exclude each other. Knowledge from both can reinforce one another - like thermal lift for a glider.
In short, it’s never too late to simply start again as a student. I’ve just enrolled in:
Wilson’s main point is a mismatch: we have very powerful tools, but our instincts are old and our institutions may be too slow. This can be dangerous in a world where events spread quickly across countries and continents. For historians, this is interesting because it asks a historical question: when technology changes faster than society, how do institutions and culture adapt - and how long does it take?
Addendum to the story of 'Anna from the North' (12-2021).
Anna loves smells. One that lingered in her mind was the smell of oil paint in Aunt Valeria’s studio - that magical place where art seemed to bloom amid a sea of flowers and light.
P.S. Art: Jeanna Bauck, 'Bertha Wegmann Painting a Portrait' (late 1870s). On display at the National Museum in Helsinki: here. Information on Wikipedia about this painting: here.
At the end of a rainbow one can find a pot of gold. (Dutch saying. I didn't check if this is a common saying in other countries too).
What does one find at the end of a lightning strike? When the lightning discharges into sand we get "glass". It's official name is: fulgurite.
Vashti Bunyan's song 'I'd Like To Walk Around In Your Mind' (1970)
I'd like to walk around in your mind someday I'd like to walk all over the things you say to me (...)
I'd sit there in the sun of the things i like about you
I'd sing my songs and find out just what they mean to you
But most of all i'd like you to be unaware
Then i'd just wander away, trailing palm leaves behind me
So you don't even know i've been there
What a lovely song from Lola Young, 'Messy' (2024). Song: here.
Lyrics:
You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees? And I
I get what you're sayin'
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life?
Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice
About how you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn thirty-three
Ok, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
'Cause I'm too messy and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate, you hate
It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint I'm not asking for pages
But one text or two would be nice and
Please don't pull those faces
When I've been out working my ass off all day
It's just one bottle of wine or two, but, hey
You can't even talk, you smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out getting stoned at four o'clock
And then you come home to me?
And don't say hello 'cause I got high again
And forgot to fold my clothes
'Cause I'm too messy and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
Oh, and I'm too messy and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
P.S. More background information: here (wiki).
P.P.S. Art is from Juan Brufal. Title unknown. Year probably 2024.
E a alma é a terra de um morro
É luz antiga o fim da tarde
Essa saudade sem socorro
Nos salve do fim
P.P.S. Enjoy your summer holiday.
Last week I was in Oxford and Bletchley Park for a "business trip". What a beautiful city is Oxford. And how inspiring is the Park where the Allieds broke the German cipher machines.