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Thursday, January 21. WFH: DAY 10. 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: On with marking and the administration of such, and with arrangements for next week’s teaching. (In the background:…

WFH: DAY 9. 8.30 am: I set up the Teams room for a day of MA Vocational Practice presentations. We’ll each be the other’s teacher today. This was a hairy…

True art casts its net towards the future, celebrates and mourns. It invents prayers and weapons. It does not whimper or cower or throw up its hands and bat its…

There’s a shadow runnin’ through my days / Like a beggar goin’ from door to door (Neil Young, ‘Man Needs a Maid’, Harvest (1972).) Friday, January 15. WFH: DAY 5.…

WFH: DAY 4. 6.45 am: I awoke from a sleep-dream into a waking-dream (which lies at the boundary of arousal), in which I stood alone surrounded by a sombre, monochrome,…

WFH: DAY 3. 8.15 am: A communion. 8.45 am: Profound busyness lands on my shoreline like a seventh wave: predictably and regularly in both its pattern and severity. One arrived…

Sky and the trees of his youthful time spent / Only smoke, only paper. No colour or scent (Gentle Giant, ‘Memories of Old Day’, The Missing Piece (1977)). WFH: DAY…

WFH: DAY 1 (2nd series). Two Scottish dreams, last night. In the first, one of my sons, a friend whom I didn’t recognise, and I, left a place and travelled…

I want today to be straightforward. Friday, January 8. 8.15 am: A communion. 8.45 am: Emailology: Long-dead artists are so tech-savvy these days. Who needs spiritualist mediums in the age…

The manner in which a person deals with a difficult circumstance is the measure of them. The question we must all ask ourselves is: ‘Will I overcome this trial, or…