Literature, Music, Art
Where am I going? I don’t quite know. What does it matter where people go? Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow- Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know. – A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young Whenever you’re minded to make a big change in your life – the desire to be more productive, say, … Read more
In the beginning of Samuel Beckett’s Murphy, the titular character has tied himself naked to a chair in the dark, rocking back and forth, doing absolutely nothing beside. This is a kind of dream-state for him. He’s a dreadful solipsist, refusing ever to take any responsibility for himself or others, attempting to come as close … Read more
Self-help vs Layman’s psychology Among its many flaws, the issue with the money-grabbing and nefarious self-help industry is the fact that it will occasionally cherry pick – and sometimes even plagiarise – individual methods, statements, or concepts from superior works out there, which gives it an air of authority it simply doesn’t deserve. This is … Read more
A golden sky above the fields, a warm and soft breeze; here we walked, holding hands (you always used to stroke my palm) heading towards a blue strand. I felt like I could leap from star to star, gathering, on my way, both the sun and the moon, and mingle them in a test tube. … Read more
In the beginning there was desire, and desire became Will – like tulips chasing after the sun, we’d chase each other for a warm embrace. Bring smoke, bring flame, bring storm, and every trial and travesty (and we learnt the meaning of the words: “we would sooner have the void for purpose than be void … Read more