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Tue future’s looking hot!
Just as there is no such thing as death, so there is no such thing as the future. Added to which the past is a decidedly murky sort of place. And the present, of course, is a tangle of shouts and...
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Watched over by the Man
Cicadas and drum ‘n’ bass compete, the cicadas drown out most of the drum ‘n’ bass. But then I notices the good strong voice, male voice, singing a Beatle’s song. I can’t think of the title and then...
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Write a Message on the Wall
It might take me a while to find the words; the heat saps my will. At first the mid-thirties heat here was enjoyable, was welcome: it was wonderful just to feel actually hot. But now in the third week...
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The Puzzle of Depth and the Fact of Slavery
If I fail to define and create a new form of life to the life that I have been given, by God, by parents, by the community of culture in which I grow up and am educated by, then I am merely a slave....
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Grotesque For Sale
In the current London Review of Books (27 August 2015 page 16) I bumped into the following: ‘these characters sometimes function as a walk-on grotesque, memorable chiefly for their perverse...
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This anchor
This anchor, abandoned in quiet retirement, to return to air, within the aroma of the sea, the occasional wetting from rain and sea; to be reminded of its past lives. The caress of a rope, the...
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Reaching down for the stars
I watched in some wonderment to the results of the Labour Party leader election results last Saturday. Could this be the sign of an emerging and long awaited sea change in the political life of this...
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In the mud, again
Splat! Of course governments of whatever colour don’t like democracy – not really – only as a PR jibe against other governments that appear less democratic than themselves. One could think of the...
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Forms of Self
Sometimes, when I am trying to write a few, brief sentences in Italian, dialogues come to mind. Dialogues between some version of myself and a woman. This woman is a composite, generated by my need be...
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Non Ignorarmi!
Non Ignorarmi! Non ignorarmi! È possibile che tu mi abbia in televisione: Una macchia sullo schermo. Credi che potresti ignorarmi; Ora vuoi uccidermi. Avete finto di...
View ArticleBeing in the Disturbance Business
Or ‘Stunned by your words I have to Act’. Meaning the salt has got spilled, and the chili sauce has dribbled (The Manifesto No 5). It lies in a viscous brown-reddish blob. Is this the beginning of the...
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What am I doing? What is this anguish?
Terry Eagleton, in his new book, Culture and the Death of God, writes: ‘in [Hegel's] view, art blends the will with spontaneity, the conscious mind with the unconscious. As such, it offers a precious...
View ArticleI am – this way
I noticed the phrase last week. It was on the landing above the stairs which lead down to the two yoga rooms in the basement. In the Yoga studios where I had also signed myself up for in central...
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Writing in Caring Networks
Living well right to the very end: Natural, healthy and health promoting, what are the essentials of an end-of-life caring network? The basics are a kitchen table (or similar), teapot, mugs, and cake...
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Let’s hope the smoke soon clears
So many fragments, so much rubbish, will we ever be able to get it into shape, make sense of anything! Should we even try? Yes, of course, avanti! Edited with BlogPad Pro
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A new year, so what do throw out of the window?
Oh yes let’s have a metaphorical explosion! A metaphorical IED! Lots of squeaks and screams as the rockets whizz this way and that. Would you just look at that old stall, it’s been left out in all...
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The dilemma is . . .
After the dust has settled, after we have picked ourselves up, after we have checked to see if we are still alive, after we have looked around to examine the damage . . . what do we do then? Where do...
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Let’s explore that a bit more
Thanatos, Thanatos wherefore art thou Thanatos? And for that matter WHO are you? Are you the unregenerate savagery that is always waiting to burst forth? Yesterday I went to the movies! I saw The...
View ArticleEach Day is a Tree That Falls
This is the title of a book by Gabrielle Wittkop. No, I’d not heard of it either. Neither the title nor the writer. I find an excerpt in the latest copy of the very excellent Sonofabook magazine...
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What makes a tragedy?
In The Danish Girl the hero/heroine pushes against the boundaries of body and identity. His/her death as a result of the surgery that had the purpose of shifting identity from male to female appeared...
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