Adam Phillips, In Writing
‪Adam Phillips: “Writing needn’t be a world domination project… but just the attempt to find enough…
Waste books and epigrams
“The excuses we make to ourselves when we want to do something are excellent material for…
Five Bells
A simple post of appreciation. What endures? What survives the oven flames? What is left behind…
Error is in control
The mind errs. My mind errs. The mind slips from its own grasp. The mind believes…
Sponges, metamorphoses and psyche
After a morning during which I searched my ravaged memory for the concealed door to my…
Sebald’s sentences
I have spent the afternoon, as if in retreat from a world that does not welcome…
Strange salt
All I’ve suffered, and all the suffering I’ve caused, might have arisen from the lack of…
Thoughts on the Unnameable
Nothing to say except the weak and fading Malones of my imagination – skeletons only, caricatures, ghosts in some uncontrolled machine – still I must say something.
On reading ambitions
It should be known that the above-mentioned hidalgo, during the periods when he was idle –…
Life expectancy
Here is a poem I wrote, prompted by estimates of rising life expectancy across most of…