All good ideas arrive by chance… Max Ernst I wake up these days with the thought running through my brain cells: ‘It’s Plague Time!’ – won’t be going anywhere today except round & round the garden and the forest of my mind. But usually something more esoteric and lastingly binding takes over: today, for example, […]
In Grateful Memory of David McAndrew The title page of the very old essay that started me off with this Glob, done with a hand-propelled typewriter, ribbon clearly on its way out, which I have scanned and laboriously corrected with the aid of the Optical Character Recognition facility that snuffles away in the maw […]
I’ve read another book. Judging from the very neat pencil underlinings it looks as though I’ve read it before sometime. Since I often wonder why it has been my habit for sixty-odd years, I was interested to find that the underlinings were very helpful generally but especially during the course of more or less skim-reading […]
Apologising for his change of mind in making his irrational decision to support the doomed Mayhem (boohoo!) and her dodgy deal (27th March 2019), drainpipe-hat Mogg says Brexit may now be a ‘process rather than an event’, suggesting it could take time to fully break away from Brussels. The general public will be as mystified […]
Words matter; the linguistic make-up of discourse is all-important… One of the reasons for… lack of understanding… is to be found in the language which people speak. This language is full of wrong concepts, wrong classifications, wrong associations. And the chief thing is that… the vagueness and inaccuracy of ordinary thinking happens because every word […]
What is the Purpose of ‘The Work’? A good question to ask is—What is the purpose of anything? When the superlative English artist Ben Nicholson was challenged to explain the purpose of his more abstract paintings he said, “When you see a tree in the middle of a field you don’t go asking what its […]
Flow A couple of weeks ago I delivered a sort of entertainment to the British Haiku Society’s AGM Festival in which I argued that writing haiku was akin to ‘taking your mind for a walk’ in much the same way as Paul Klee advocated ‘taking your pencil for a walk’ in order to make drawings. […]
It was cheap and had an alluring title: Who am I? by His Holiness Shantanand Saraswati, whom the Study Society’s Dr Roles (who knew Ouspensky) first met in 1961. (www.studysociety.org) I like to buy things I’ve never heard of just for the surprise they create, the accidental things you may discover—books by authors previously unknown, […]
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