Oddly hinged

Oddly hinged

A beautiful way to remind us that all may not be as it seems. Oddly hinged is more interested than ‘unhinged’ as it allows some latency for the unexpected, some room for the numinous to astound us, or for us to astound ourselves, some space to be more...
Time in two dimensions

Time in two dimensions

A striking metaphor for time hovering or collapsing, in two versions of a bird, alive and flying, or keeling and dying. ‘Time still hovers above the tundra like the rough-legged hawk, or collapses altogether like a bird keeled over with a heart attack, leaving...
The slope of time

The slope of time

The more I connect with the past, the more I connect with the present, and I liked this use of quietness as a way to ‘feel the slope of time’. And yes, how far we have come from Mesopotamia, but similarly, how far back we go, both to and beyond...
Time as landscape

Time as landscape

How many of us live day to day doling out time fretfully!  I liked this alternative, easy, generous, striding engagement with time, allowing you to traverse other vastnesses confidently. ‘If the mind releases its fiduciary grip on time, does not dole it out in a...
Lasting and reciprocal

Lasting and reciprocal

Ah, therein lies the rub. This strikes me as a pithy and poetic definition of environmental sustainability: to be lasting, it must be reciprocal. We aren’t quite there yet, we haven’t quite figured out what ‘reciprocal’ means in our engagement...
Fallen pieces of the moon

Fallen pieces of the moon

A haunting way to think of icebergs, moon-pieces fallen from the sky.  Especially when lit at night by their mother-ship’s beams. ‘Icebergs … fallen pieces of the moon.’ See also my bestellar review of this wonderful book, complete with a mosaic of...
Ice-crushed

Ice-crushed

In this description of a 250 ton ship being crushed by the unforgiving shift and grind of pack ice, you can hear the split of trunk-thick timbers, snapping and rending like matchsticks. ‘Like a grand piano caught in an industrial press’. See also my bestellar review...
As curious, as dangerous as…

As curious, as dangerous as…

It’s a long time, probably decades, since I had a nightmare, but I remember having quite a few in childhood, and danger was a recurring theme, often waking me with a jolt when it was about to strike. ‘As curious and dangerous as nightmares.’ See also...
As voluptuous as…

As voluptuous as…

I like the double surprise of this one.  I wouldn’t easily associate clouds with fruit, nor ‘voluptuous’, though cumulus clouds can be plumply Rubenesque. Now, which summer fruits qualify as ‘voluptuous’?  Berries, no, they are too...

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