To be discussed... soon.
I am thinking about writing the tale of, or angelus for Ann. I need time. The history of art weeps with pietas and depositions of Mary and other mourning women nursing the dead Christ. Where do we find the equivalent masculine image of a man cradling a dead woman? Yesterday, I lunched with love...or an [...]
As said earlier I started writing this particular blog from fear of never having anything to write about again and feeling that what I wanted to write about, which is what I am writing, required super-ego censorship. One of the privileges of writing a blog is that I am writing for myself and without vision [...]
Only a few weeks ago I felt full of creative energy and it seemed as if I could write about almost anything, no matter how indifferent. Words can take on an energetic life of their own and lead me into hinterlands. Writing requires emptiness. A full bowel will not do...It requires an empty stretch of [...]
Anyone who has read my book knows that my self-assigned nickname is 'Magpie'. The principal reason being that when I sit in my consulting room I feel as though I am a litter bin, a reliquary and not least that I possess another relic of Pandora's mythic casket of woe with Hope, which can be [...]
Yesterday John, (my husband) handed me a small cutting from our local newspaper, The Camden Journal when I came back from work and told me it might be of interest. I had had such a challenging day of people in crisis. Does January do it to us I foolishly ponder? Several of my younger colleagues [...]
I like this interview in October with from the blog, From First Page To Last enough to republish it here. It's not so much that I like the interview as that I recognise myself and don't feel nauseous at my reflection, which is not always the case. Jane Haynes is the author of Who is it [...]