MacMindfulness

Without drugs, modern citizens are turning their eyes upon themselves as a way of coping with the insane demands of our digitally-liberated lives. I remember when I was a teenager and many commentators were welcoming the new dawn of technology as a liberation from work and an invitation to explore the boundaries of leisure. We... Continue Reading →

Both Magical and Maniacal

Life is sweetness wrapped in bile. It's the fruit from the tree that, once bitten, first assaults the taste; those first few moments of regret and dismay. The tongue takes some accustoming to such unwanted shocks and the mind has to readjust to the realisation that all encounters may taste this way. There is probably... Continue Reading →

Feedback and the Noise.

Just A Quick Note on Feedback 1.      uncountable noun If you get feedback on your work our progress, someone tells you how well or badly you are doing, and how you could improve. If you get good feedback you have worked or performed well. Continue to ask for feedback on your work. I was getting great feedback from my boss.      2. uncountable... Continue Reading →

Don’t Mention The F Word.

Back in the day when we used motivational videos in assemblies, videos that told kids that they could be anything as long as they got at least a B at GCSE, I remember being a little bit taken in by the preposterous philosophy that we were selling. We were in of charge materials that could... Continue Reading →

Who’s Writing My Life?

Imagine that our lives are novels, ones that have been written by somebody else. Each morning, we open ourselves up to a new chapter. Sometimes it’s just an old paragraph that we have convinced ourselves that we have been working on; work in progress. When we first went through this it seemed alright, but we have... Continue Reading →

Part of my submission

AWOL, The Story Of Adam, is a dystopian novel set in the near future when wars and climate change have remade the world. No longer an logical world, civilization has compacted itself into small and isolated colonies. One such is the Citadel that is run by a government called The Family.  The Citadel is a... Continue Reading →

Come Fourth The Fifth

I remember the miner’s strike in the eighties as a sound lesson in civil war. I had recently left the Metropolitan Police as a result of their rather fascistic approach to race relations. Just in time, I remember thinking. Thatcher, our last truly great leader, had already barged into a boy ship of sea cadets and... Continue Reading →

If At First…

Walt Whitman, three-quarter length portrait, seated, facing right, wearing hat, circa 1887 Published in The United States Review in September 1855, an appreciation of the poet Walt Whitman’s collection Leaves of Grass opened by exclaiming: ‘An American bard at last! … his voice bringing hope and prophecy to the generous races of young and old.’ Unusually, the author of... Continue Reading →

Wake Up, Donnie…

Shakespeare had it as the Wheel of Fortune, a tragic cycle that was destined to fulfil its revolution until the world was right again. Something is now rotten in the world. Can't you smell it? Perhaps our senses modify themselves when the odour gets too strong. Our eyes adjust to the new darkness and block... Continue Reading →

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