Planning to age into irascible Edith Sitwellhood: big jewellery, high eyebrows, baffling declamatory spectaculars that no one enjoys.
Book me an Aeolian Hall, I’m already crafting myself a shouting cone
Rose Ruane
It’s 103 years today since Edith Sitwell sat behind a curtain at London’s Aeolian Hall, reciting bizarre poetry through what looked like a traffic cone, prompting Noel Coward to take the piss, starting a four-decade feud between them, which was eventually resolved by the director of My Fair Lady 🧵
