In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk
The prose piece that follows begins with the mismatch in the UK, between the present Prime Minister’s relative popularity on the one hand, and his long established disregard for the Nolan Principles of ethical conduct on the other. The piece provides a reminder that our Prime Minister has… Continue reading The Lying Toad is Back, the Tousled Look, the Winning Smirk, Our Leader...
This is the last of a daily succession of poems I’ve been uploading “from our seclusion.” They are all excerpts from two series of poems I wrote in the 1990’s, one on Martin Buber’s concept of I-Thou, the other on Carl Jung’s concept of the shadow. They belong together… Continue reading To Stand upon the Earth
Shall I teach my shadow how I like to dance ? Or must I learn the dance-steps my shadow knows ? Or should we learn a new dance, altogether ? … Continue reading Learning to Dance with my Shadow that Haunts me
Still on the subject of feet and their deployment, I ask myself this question : where am I to stand in the hallways of The Lie ? Here is my answer : on the hyphen between I and Thou, my surfboard in the endless storm.… Continue reading The Deployment of Force
The voice of truth is bound to be a lonely one. That would seem to be a rule in human life. For a race in question, it spells disaster.
These three articles are worth reading, if you have not already read them :
I equate “value” with “quality” and both of these with the right hand side of the brain.… Continue reading The Value of our Distress
It is much easier to talk about love and community etc, than it is to comtemplate truthfully, make peace with and embrace your own shadow, this inescapable following aspect of you, lacking clear features. But acknowledgement of the shadow, understanding of it, openness to it, makes real love possible.… Continue reading Where Connection Takes Place
In the world we’ve made, the hyphen between I and Thou becomes a surf-board, the hyphen-rider poised, precarious at all times… Continue reading Let me Keep my Feet
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In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk
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