Category Archives: Books

Tele-gram!

I send these words from a distance (words I’ve been reading with a week’s detachment, those ever unmoored words/actions of the mind) because forces beyond my control STOP these little grams (of icing sugar as used in today’s cookery diversion?)

Tele-gram!

I send these words from a distance (words I’ve been reading with a week’s detachment, those ever unmoored words/actions of the mind) because forces beyond my control STOP these little grams (of icing sugar as used in today’s cookery diversion?)

Slow Time(s)

‘Slower,’  said Jalal. ‘In-two-three-four, out-two-three-four. Very good. Slow the stream of your thoughts. Once you are in Slow-Time, everything will seem to slow down around you. But you will be fast. You will be faster than anything. (from S.F. Said’s

Slow Time(s)

‘Slower,’  said Jalal. ‘In-two-three-four, out-two-three-four. Very good. Slow the stream of your thoughts. Once you are in Slow-Time, everything will seem to slow down around you. But you will be fast. You will be faster than anything. (from S.F. Said’s

Wave Theory

Tonight, I sat spellbound… rapt by the drama in constant construction upon the stage (at the West Yorkshire Playhouse) and gripped – if silently – by the vacant seat beside me. This was the second time I got to see

Wave Theory

Tonight, I sat spellbound… rapt by the drama in constant construction upon the stage (at the West Yorkshire Playhouse) and gripped – if silently – by the vacant seat beside me. This was the second time I got to see

In Search of Darkest Peru

“I’m not a foreigner,” exclaimed Paddington hotly. “I’m from Darkest Peru.” This is a line from the first chapter of the new Paddington book (written to mark the occasion of the 50th anniversary of the bear), which neatly encapsulates the delightful paradox

In Search of Darkest Peru

“I’m not a foreigner,” exclaimed Paddington hotly. “I’m from Darkest Peru.” This is a line from the first chapter of the new Paddington book (written to mark the occasion of the 50th anniversary of the bear), which neatly encapsulates the delightful paradox

Cicada Shells

Here is one thing our loveable copy-clerks Bouvard and Pécuchet might usefully have added to their archive: the song of the cicada!  There is a very beautiful metaphor of the ‘shell of the cicada’ in a series of poems in Genji Monogatari.

Cicada Shells

Here is one thing our loveable copy-clerks Bouvard and Pécuchet might usefully have added to their archive: the song of the cicada!  There is a very beautiful metaphor of the ‘shell of the cicada’ in a series of poems in Genji Monogatari.

Only Half of Me

As part of a publicity tour for his new book, Only Half of Me: Being a Muslim in Britain, Rageh Omaar was at the National Museum of Photography, Film and Television in Bradford (UK) on the evening of 29 June

Only Half of Me

As part of a publicity tour for his new book, Only Half of Me: Being a Muslim in Britain, Rageh Omaar was at the National Museum of Photography, Film and Television in Bradford (UK) on the evening of 29 June