I heard the silence

A passage from ‘A Far Cry From Kensington’ by Muriel Spark.

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Argyll artists [let em in]
The Beatles (and copyright)
Inishail
The Clock Lodge
‘the last time I saw this doctor’
Lucy Barton
Lucy Barton
under our hedge
my older sister
immediately, silently, breathlessly
‘I had to stay in hospital for almost nine weeks’
It’s BOOM time in Industry
The Kist
but not all
the other side
these stories
together
when the story ends
lift them
made of water
the sun and her flowers
GASLIGHT
Helen’s Well
A Future for the Past
M Y . N A M E . I S . W A T C H M A N
What keeps corporate power hidden from doctors?
According to Orders
Fountain Road
I can’t decide if I am different
“What’s the beef?”
‘The Mind Gap’
A Monument of War
A one-word-poem
somewhere between:
From the individual to the Institution
Cambuskenneth Lullaby
“Could sell fridges to the Eskimos”
Vladimir Nabokov said . . .
‘A natural feature much improved by art’
Commercial Life
Credibility
A Black Box
A very uncertain guide
Reasons and half-reasons like this . . .
From those first few moments
I heard the silence
So great was the noise during the day
Making light of the moment
Dr William Sargant did not write these words
Professor Pariante “explains the position of the Royal College of Psychiatrists”
Open questions to Professor Daniel Smith
“Put to Bed”
Tapering SSRI treatment to mitigate withdrawal symptoms
My notebook will be better than a doctor
Charlottes’ cave
Bring back that summer . . .
Albyn’s Anthology
Pityoulish
WHIM
“I had dinner with William Sargant . . .”
Direct and picturesque route to the Highlands
Spey Bridge of Advie
On certainty and uncertainty
The auld Brig o’ Livet
At the point where the map folds and the paper is worn and illegible
“The pharmaceutical industry has successfully promoted the use of alternatives”
In the time after my first kiss
A visit to a Tranquilliser Project
Rising antidepressant prescriptions
To go boldly (or to boldly go)
The Birnam Oak
The austere exterior
The Scottish Pharmacist
Have you any one word poems?
When everything is reduced to a word: what nonsense
You are a personality not a disorder
Imagine being a colour and a feeling
Pure speculation
Psychiatry in Fabula
‘The Future of Dementia Care’
Soft Power [and telling stories]
Bookshelf browsing
Wolves at the door
Lupus in Fabula
“When Harry met Mary under the Yew tree”
G A T E W A Y S [distressed furniture]
Gatekeeper [summer edition]
The oldest tree
A gathering of inquisitive yew
Water Colourist Wanted
No Sunshine for Scotland!
‘TOOL Library’
Fish Supper
The Rock
With cream . . .
Some say
The Wallace Yew
View From The Bench
The little loch of the yew grove
Outrage is not ‘part-time’ Punk
Glimpses of Coco Chanel
[Let me be sensitive]
700 year old layering Yew
Never again will a single story be told . . .
I, Vow Yews
How many more inquiries?
Can you tell me who is fighting?
I’m the Foreign Editor
“Mr Baldwin”
The Altar of COSTA
The Fraser Yew
[a shadow of myself]
The Auchendrane Yew
Kilneuair: Chapel of the Yew Trees
Crawford Priory (sorrow does not have a century)
Let me be clear
Wesselyan ethics
Doing words
M I D W A Y
For all little Spartans
The most philosophical of all the philosophical things
And I felt glorious
“P R O M I S C U O U S”
The Culfargie Yew
The notion of ‘through’ persisted
jeepers creepers
SHORT
A very early “selfie”
A D V I C E [as given by Mr Gordon Bennett]
‘The Persecuting Raploch’
‘The Medical Model in Mental Health’
The Abbotshall Yew
‘entertained’
language of the mind
words and numbers
A decade ago
who died . . .
“Just when we need them most”
Argyll
The Royal College of Psychiatrists and sunshine: ‘Gordon Bennett’!
Reminiscent of a circus procession of elephants
NHS Scotland: from ‘sticking plasters’ to NASA
St Columba’s Yew
Royal College of Psychiatrists: “Necessary redactions have been made”
High Park
A sailor’s grave
‘Quiet, polite and deferential’
Auld friends and visitors
“And the Gordon Bennett Trophy goes to . . .”
A little Spartan

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