Mare noctis

Mare noctis

The sea of night. Night and the sea. I am blind, blind. It runs right through me, leaving me timeless, leaving me spaceless, leaving me nothing but a container of a wild current. Sea and the night pound in my bones. All of it, all of it comes down to this. My breath...
A vote of thanks

A vote of thanks

I seem to have given up cycling. Perhaps if I live in a less crowded area I shall get back in the saddle, but it’s been a while now, and it feels of the past. And something in me wants to pay tribute to the partnership with a machine, to the simple act of moving about...
The ad fad

The ad fad

I get tetchier about ads as the years go by. A crashing sea of meaningless disinformation, with any amount of subliminal rolls and twists, even as one imagines oneself unaffected. The science behind it is always being developed, of how to catch people off balance,...
‘The Power and the Glory’

‘The Power and the Glory’

It is one of the great Christian works of art. After about fifty years I have re-read Graham Greene’s novel about a Catholic priest in Mexico in the 1930s when the Church was outlawed and priests were shot. It is superb, more than an eye-opener, a revelatory insight...
Chas

Chas

‘I wonder in whose arms you are tonightI wonder does he think he’s doing alrightI don’t really care but still I wonderJust how long he takes to see the light . . . ’ Chas Hodges (1943-2018) was a flaming comet in the murky heaven of the popular music world. Amongst a...