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16th August 2014

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Gladstone Pottery, Stoke-on-Trent

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Gladstone Pottery, Stoke-on-Trent

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15th August 2014

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Dying before dying

I understand that the ancient mysteries of death and rebirth, and also the rites of passage of the native cultures, enabled people to go through a kind of dying before dying. The 17th-century German Augustinian monk Abraham of Santa Clara put it very succinctly: The man who dies before he dies does not die when he dies. Once you have this experience, you do not see death as the end of who you are, but as a fantastic journey, as a transition to a different mode and level of existence. Whether this is a profound cosmic truth or a merciful delusion, as some of the materialistic critics of transpersonal psychology assert, it can certainly transform people’s lives.

Stanislav Grof, The Consciousness Revolution: A Transatlantic Dialogue (1999)

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15th August 2014

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Books made out of books

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Books made out of books

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15th August 2014

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Unrequited passions

One of the advantages of unrequited passions, I find, is that there is no need to worry about infidelity.

One can fall in love with a new person every day and hurt no one except oneself.

No recriminations, no sulking, no painful divorce.

I was an old hand.

Lucy Ellmann, Varying Degrees of Hopelessness (1991)

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15th August 2014

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12th August 2014

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What I could do

What I could do

I could mend nets. Thatch a roof. Build stairs. Make a basket from reeds. Splint the leg of a cow. Cut turf. Build a wall. Go three rounds with Joe in the ring Da put up in the barn. I could dance sets. Read the sky. Make a barrel for mackerel. Mend roads. Make a boat. Stuff a saddle. Put a wheel on a cart. Strike a deal. Make a field. Work the swarth turner, the float and the thresher. I could read the sea. Shoot straight. Make a shoe. Shear sheep. Remember poems. Set potatoes. Plough and harrow. Read the wind. Tend bees. Bind wyndes. Make a coffin. Take a drink. I could frighten you with stories. I knew the song to sing to a cow when milking. I could play twenty-seven tunes on my accordion.

Timothy O’Grady, I Could Read the Sky (1997)

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12th August 2014

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The Cat and the Canary (1927)

The Cat and the Canary (1927)

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10th August 2014

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The sound that would one day be language

By the time she was a few weeks old she had learned to distinguish the undulating cadences of the sound that would one day be language to her. The drone from a distance: a deep sound alternating with a series of lighter notes, the ebb and flow of conversation between Gerald and Ivy in the next room. An increase in volume and steep rise in pitch always preceded a face looming over her cot, its lips pursing and stretching to push the sing-song, melodic sound towards her. The faces chirruped and trilled at her, all of it meaningless but vital as milk.

Jenny Diski, Like Mother (1988)

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6th August 2014

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3rd August 2014

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The language of corporations is like a vampire without fangs; it has no venom or bite but you don’t want it hanging off your neck just the same.
— Don Watson, Gobbledygook (2003)

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