Jul 082016
"death ... hospitals"

‘entitlement’ was the word I was remembering. I added it between these other two, “death … hospitals”, when we were meeting yesterday in the city-centre Cafe. We were in the spirit of walkingtalkingwriting, and one aspect of the entitlement word we were on about was (entitlement/un-entitlment) the dialectic, in which both of us were entitled [...]

Another door

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Mar 182016
Another door

Is this a door I should open and walk through or is this a door to fleetingly admire and pass by? I must admit it doesn’t look like a door that is used very often. Long ago locked, jammed in its frame, remaining as a reference to the past. The past use of the building [...]

Feb 092016

This is the title of a book by Gabrielle Wittkop. No, I’d not heard of it either. Neither the title nor the writer. I find an excerpt in the latest copy of the very excellent Sonofabook magazine http://www.cbeditions.com/magazine.html The book was published postumously: “…a celebratiion of death and life , Eros and Thanatos, beauty and [...]

Writing in Caring Networks

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Jan 072016
Writing in Caring Networks

Living well right to the very end: Natural, healthy and health promoting, what are the essentials of an end-of-life caring network? The basics are a kitchen table (or similar), teapot, mugs, and cake or biscuits. In other words the caring networks we are talking about are ‘grassroots up’ by and with local people, and – [...]

Nov 292015
Being in the Disturbance Business

Or ‘Stunned by your words I have to Act’. Meaning the salt has got spilled, and the chili sauce has dribbled (The Manifesto No 5). It lies in a viscous brown-reddish blob. Is this the beginning of the creation a new man? A hero who emerges out of a puddle of feminine fluids? She – a [...]

May 122015
Viewed from Below

Remember Harry Krachtnikov? The weight of the man: slow paced, with a huge head and long thick strands of hair the colour of straw bursting out over his forehead and above and below his mouth. Trixie and Harry walked arm in arm. Neither of them believed in fidelity, and the pavement might have been Italy. [...]

Mahash Masan (The Great Crematorium)

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Feb 222015
Mahash Masan (The Great Crematorium)

We are told that Varanasi and is a city of feeling, rather than looking. First here are the facts from the riverside ghats:- c. 300 corpses are burnt every day, some 360kg of wood are required to consume each body, and the average cost of cremation is about £ 3,300 (30,000 rupees). There are also [...]