The will to movement

The will to movement

4, Jul 2018 | thought

Travelling through the West Country on a Sunday at 5pm suddenly makes me wistful for the days when I used to hitch my way around the country.
When i was young enough for hitching to be a safe endeavor, because I had the indestructibility of youth.

60s

60s

29, May 2016 | thought

like the corners of my mind … memories of the ‘sixties

As Barbara Streisand intimated…

3, Aug 2015 | thought

Biographical memory is like jpegs – it is degraded every time it is accessed. Thinking about a lived past is like string theory made manifest. Each visit to an autobiographical past is a variation. Can we ever know the objective reality of the lives we have...

lace

18, Oct 2010 | thought

For a while I knew how to make lace. Where did I learn that? Was it at school, from a French person, (une Dentellière, which naturally sounds like they use old teeth for pegs) or from one of the eccentric old ladies of Buckfastleigh I was always adopting? I dont know...
lies and other stories

lies and other stories

22, Dec 2009 | thought

One of the 51 year old twins, who will forever be half of the “Starck girls” of my youth, gets on the bus and proceeds to tell everyone – loudly – the exact price of all of her shopping, what she bought for whom and why, and how she ran out of...