Submitted by alistairappleton on Mon, 24/10/2016 - 12:19pm.
The other day over lunch, Sussex acquaintance of mine - a “shooting, hunting’n’riding” type - was pointing out to me how his hippy and Reiki master brother wouldn’t do anything to help him if he were in trouble whereas the cantankerous, old farmer he hunted with would go out of his way to help
Submitted by alistairappleton on Wed, 03/02/2016 - 12:11pm.
I spend most of yesterday having cups of tea and meals with different people, talking about the desire to break free of the humdrum patterns of life and the hypnotic compulsion of ‘to-do’ lists. How to unwind the daily grind - what the French concisely call “le train-train”.
Submitted by alistairappleton on Mon, 25/01/2016 - 10:06am.
Words have loyalties
to so much
we don’t control.
Each word we write
according to poles
we can’t see; think of
or an equal stringency.
It’s hard for us
to imagine how small