At the still point

“At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,” Regular readers … Read more

About time

Just as I have reached the point at which I can launch myself properly into a new piece of work I have received a piece of very sad news. A friend and former colleague wrote to tell me of the death of his wife. I expect the work to have to do in a variety … Read more

Funeral blues

Do you know that poem by W.H. Auden? “Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone”…. I encountered it first at grammar school, and the occasion sticks in my memory chiefly because of the vigorous disagreement about it between my English teacher and myself. I suppose it’s not too late to acknowledge the fact that … Read more