6.00 am: As I woke, I heard the news that a fire of some proportion had swept through Glasgow School of Art’s Mackintosh Building. This had happened, to a lesser extent, four years earlier. Sometimes lightning does strike in the … Continue reading
Occasionally, truly good things deteriorate into an irredeemably and inconsolably appalling mess, through no fault of our own. This is human entropy in action. 7.45 am: A communion. 8.30 am: Studiology. Back to ‘Wisdom is Better …’, and the construction … Continue reading
8.00 am: A communion. 8.45 am: Thursday is my postgraduate day over the Summer period. To begin: administrations. 10.00 am: Studiology. A review. The composition entitled ‘Saul>Paul’ will henceforth be called ‘Saul and I’. The ‘Write Up the Vision …’ … Continue reading
And then you wake up the next morning and realise that it’s all over Another poor night’s sleep. Sections of the ‘Blind’ suite looped in my head. As I rolled from the left to the right of the bed, I … Continue reading
7.00 am: I awoke. (I’ve enjoyed my lie-in over the past few days.) Having packed my belongings, I took breakfast: The landlady told me all about the plans to refurbish the rooms, her regular customers and their unwavering drinking habits … Continue reading
8.30 am: Following a hearty breakfast, I caught the X15 bus to Abertillery: I’d only one objective for the morning: to make an assault on the summit of the Arael Mountain. But first, I trod the old path across the … Continue reading
Moving from what ‘is’ to what ‘was’. Saturday. The morning began at 8.30 am with an early appointment at Dickie Snips, the purchase of a rail ticket, and a visit to the chemist. The weather was uncomfortably humid. The remainder … Continue reading
6.00 am: A poor night’s sleep. I got to work early, caught up with emails, and levelled my Inbox to ‘0’. Several ideas related to the ‘Wisdom is Better Than Weapons of War’ composition came to me while I’d tossed … Continue reading
7.45 am: A communion. 8.15 am: A readying for a busy day of teaching and admin ahead. Yesterday (a Diary sabbath), I began work on the composition(s) about racism. As a way into the biblical text, I read through Martin … Continue reading
7.00 am: That first thing in the morning look of querulous, glazed desperation, when I stare uncomprehending into the bathroom mirror, feeling and looking a decade older and waiting for my brain to stir: 7.30 pm: ‘Slacking, John!’ There’s a … Continue reading