The Figure of Eight (R6)


The dynamic concept of the Figure of Eight was introduced in my Blog ‘Somatic Markers’ dated 16th November. The bottom half of the Figure of Eight represents the ground of our being—core self—that which we can become more aware of in meditative exercises of one kind or another: the rush of blood in the ears, […]

HAIKU – another fifty-one


walking now where those who passed the café window walked ten minutes ago * from the train window glimpses of village streets I shall never tread * brief conversation at breakfast during which a whole life is aired * longing for the fountains that play in other people’s gardens (Fernando Pessoa) * today a colony […]

Three Poems (R6)


the soul can either build of itself a work of art or sit and watch the Barbarian inversion of old certitudes— mask of Evil that entices into the wilderness of the future; or it rides out of the Wasteland tramples the vineyards demolishes the shrines giving over soil to sand and the mind to this […]

once upon a time


an angel visited the Earth: for many years he thought everybody on Earth was mad because he could not understand what it was they were enjoying; then he caught the Earth disease and began to enjoy Negative Emotions just as they had always done and he could no longer see the madness; when the heavenly […]

ON ENERGY


It’s good to have an enthusiastic correspondent who sends me strange presents and parcels full of thoughts & ideas from time to time. For some reason, she does not believe in the hoarding of books and so I, being a constitutional hoarder, am so fortunate when she sends me her castoffs. One of these recent […]

Reading Project Update


A whole year ago now, I got the bright idea of re-reading all Iris Murdoch’s 26 novels in the order they were written so as to write about them. I published a Glob on The Italian Girl @ https://wp.me/p1QjJc-O7; that seems a long time ago. I aimed to finish the project by Christmas Day 2017. I […]

Last Two Poems of 2017


escaping into the night garden I thought – Cassiopeia! hello stars! I said as on so many occasions in other night gardens far away in time & space and then it burst upon me: God stops right here – inside this bag of skin & ancient bone at the surface of my eyes at my […]