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Communicating with a President
[around the world in 220 days]
running on the spot
oh, to be
Let me share this story one day
Boys Don’t Cry
The second most popular joke
‘Responses’ revisited
“Good debate is respectful and constructive”
An explanation
A social media ‘influencer’ asked:
The Secret Garden
from End to End
Craigroy [do you think memories are made of atoms too?]
‘The Twittering Machine’
How do you respond to this statement?
a summer of stormy showers
‘CEP calls for UK Sunshine Act’
National Suicide Prevention Strategy
‘Unlocking Power’
“Consider the perfection of the infinite unseen”
Altyre
Cothall
“Every word I think of does not seem enough”
[ W A V E R L E Y ]
Canto Two
Memory Lane
m a u s o l e u m
I could write essays [on just about anything] but I began here:
wandering and wondering
t e m p l e
Miss Christina Gib
Cut & Paste
The Gardener
unheedful of the butterfly –
‘Access Solutions’
‘Labour of omission’
April 1963
‘I am La Louve. I am Longmeadow.’
Extinction Rebellion
Barriers still exist
Protected: Dandie Dinmont
o u t l i n e s
half-tingle, half-tickle
a ‘finite though boundless’ universe
a man of leisure has estimated
“We met yesterday” said the room
possibly, something
Women get degrees 150 years late
The music from Bagpuss
Girgenti: footnotes and forget-me-nots
Discoveries at Gigenti
Mulberry tree
Canto One
nature of shapes
o u t d o o r raindrops – i n d o o r perfume
If “is” is considered by science (and arts) to represent ‘being’, then it misunderstands all that we will
A chance selection of iambic incidents.
How is he, that gentle gardener?
‘live in fragments no longer’
A room with a view
between
It cannot be ‘captured’, it can only be
‘Construct Your Own Concrete Capital’
reaching like a sweet pea
Girgenti tower
As strove this man who
50 years a gardener
Protected: Happy Birthday dear Margaret
The International Congress of the Royal College of Psychiatrists
Courage
“The Coulson effect”?
“What do we value?”
The Psychopharmacology Committee of the Royal College of Psychiatrists
A field
Scottish Design
‘An energetic and brilliant (if quirky) polymath’
“Sink or swim”
“the ghastly neon-lights of the laboratory”
“Disliked modern voodoo-psychiatry”
“elf-haunted”
a new canto
It is by living that we learn
“reintegrate into daily life”
The commercialisation and branding of a profession (5)
The commercialisation and branding of a profession (4)
The commercialisation and branding of a profession (3)
The commercialisation and branding of a profession (2)
The commercialisation and branding of a profession (1)
Iambic line
‘a tower of yellow ivory’
“Hilarity over the rot in a textbook . . .”
From Thimble Row to Girgenti
Scientists chop years off ancient yew trees
scribbled
above oor heids
pale fire
on the day of his death
d i a g n o s i s
drawn from life
Reappearing on the horizon of a new canto
Puritanical or Platinum?
‘What the world needs now’
‘The Psychology of the Medical Profession’
front-to-back and back-to-front
Psychiatry Careers in Scotland
our dear neighbour
Gently out of time
A surprise sonata
The Fibonacci Series
Test Card F
‘such an ivory-tower bunch’
a thought
Keepsake
Protected: notes between the notes
the first creatures to smile
‘They say no’
Everybody’s into
no matter what idea . . .
Admitted to a Mental Hospital: Gordon Bennett
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Outside Number 10
“Excessive claims by drug firms”
‘Battle for the Mind’
in every direction from
wallpaper
several screws are missing
unwritten
“Strong argument”
the fairm-toun sang
Bloody Scotland
Oor Big Braw Cosmos
Putting patients first: that is all I have tried to do
“It’s an outrage!”
‘Royal College adds voice’
Hints
I keep having to remind myself
The forgotten village
Gamification
hairt
Girgenti followed Paestum
Girgenti
she makes it kinder
Thesis 1389
the Captain died
after the Napoleonic wars
at Girgenti: I heard two girls sing
it was a beautiful summer
with a blue sky day
and summer followed

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