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I  Forget Myself I forget myself like a cloud, I sing and I sing and I spin to the future in mists of white washed wool when a bird ...

Plato (again) - as seen by Iris Murdoch*: Art, this “fiction-making-process“ has always been, from the very beginning, mankind’...

Imperfection and Love Over the holidays I have been reading a bit of Plato again, mainly out of a spontaneous need for clarifi...

A Book Beginning I Always Adored: THE TRAIN came out of the long tunnel into the snow country. The earth lay white under ...

I Knew Peeling off like wet skin  from a wound you inflicted.  You had to, didn’t you? You couldn’t just pass me by, harming me in not ...

Animals Have you forgotten what we were like then when we were still first rate and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth it...

My favourite 16 books this year: Now that the year is ending the time has come to reminisce a little. Here is my very own best book list...

“The Octopus Museum”  by Brenda Shaughenessy: A recommendation for the holidays, easy to read, short, hypnotic, sometimes unsettling,...

Reflection on Variations and Diversity: “The reflection of her here, and then there,    Is another shadow, another evasion,    Anoth...