Much of the wisdom in this poem was heard nearly fifty years ago, over many sessions in an isolated village pub, in the north of Suffolk. All the wise men quoted are no longer with us. Some taste wisdom in another tongue digesting Descartes ‘Cogito ergo sum’* or Nietzsche’s more …
I recently missed, by error, an excellent lecture about the painter Edvard Munch’s work, with particular reference to his best known painting ‘The Scream’. Two days later I found a remarkable hagstone (i.e. a stone pierced by one or more holes). PLEASE PUSH THE ARROW BUTTON TO HEAR THIS POEM …
At an excellent recent poets’ workshop, brilliantly led led by the poet Robert Seatter, one of the exercises was to write in response to a given image. I was handed a copy of Edward Hopper’s 1959 painting ‘An Excursion into Philosophy’ and the poem below is the final outcome of …
Moments of reflection do not fit neatly into my two sort categories of ‘events’ or ’emotions’, but are a inter-linked mesh of both, and sometimes that mesh turns into a trampoline
The catalysts for this poem were a philosophy lecture, followed shortly afterwards by the rediscovery of an old photograph.
