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What really happened?
Tell me, what are you supposed to do when there’s more than one version of the same event: when you have multiple choices? Tell me what you are supposed to think when there are a variety of remembered histories, each claiming its own validity, its own proof. If it was a tale of conquest, a…
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Will this look of thine hurl my soul from heaven?
‘The ceremony of innocence is drowned’, wrote Yeats in his magnificent poem The Second Coming. That’s how I feel sometimes, when I think about the things I was taught and came to accept. Came to expect, because what we see is so often laden with expectations. We accept what our culture paints, so we are…
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I hold the world but as the world
I suppose very few things resist change; we filter most things through the eyes of our culture after all. But I, an admitted closet-pareidoliac[i], am still amazed at the variety of pattern-reading throughout the ages. What is it that changes the look of a painting, say -its feeling? How is it that the same person…
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Hope is patience with the lamp lit
Gregory had hope; how nebulous is that? He and his wife are my closest friends, but it was still difficult for me to talk about the changes that were beginning to thicken over them like shadows on a winter’s day -difficult for me, I guess, but perhaps not for them. “What do you expect us…
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The object of Art is to give Life a shape
Strange things are happening nowadays, or is it just me having weird thoughts? Peculiar questions? Although I’m retired now, I don’t remember hearing those questions asked when I was at work; maybe people didn’t think like that in those days; maybe we were all different then. Of course, I used to keep to myself on…
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Is thought gendered?
There was a time when I thought I actually understood the world, but I wonder if I was just casting my eyes about me from a plinth. I was a gynaecologist in another life, and although I tried to understand the other side, perhaps I was merely looking through a glass darkly. It takes more…