A few poems by Hole Ousia or favourites of those poets far more special.

from End to End

This short artistic film is about a gardener, who I call ‘the gentle gardener’.  This Victorian gardener carried the same name as me. He died in 1885 aged 57 years: … Continue reading from End to End

“Every word I think of does not seem enough”

I am not religious but in coming across this gravestone by chance on Tuesday, I found myself tearful. The grave is in Clunyhill Cemetery, Forres, and the words are by … Continue reading “Every word I think of does not seem enough”

Canto Two

Dylan said listen to it pass – listen. Nabokov did not believe in it. Einstein talked about it relatively. Evidence may be bound but experience is not: Time passes time … Continue reading Canto Two

Cut & Paste

Yesterday we went to the “Cut and Paste | 400 Years of Collage” exhibition at the Scottish National Gallery Of Modern Art (Modern Two). Here are some images that I … Continue reading Cut & Paste

The Gardener

In a forthcoming film I will try to share, what I can, of an unknown gardener. Meantime, here are some words of literary gardeners, past and present:

Canto One

This is from life, I was there: exploring secrets hidden behind shapes, colours and scents – the smell of that philadelphus, god almighty! In Canto One I lived on, flew … Continue reading Canto One

A chance selection of iambic incidents.

This 10 minute film is a muse, based on our short stay in London to meet with Andrew, our son, and to go to Wimbledon. Above the Tate Modern it … Continue reading A chance selection of iambic incidents.

How is he, that gentle gardener?

   

‘live in fragments no longer’

This is a passage from ‘A room with a view’ by E M Forster. It returned my thoughts to an approach to life taken by my profession, psychiatry. My thoughts … Continue reading ‘live in fragments no longer’

A room with a view

A few selected passages or sentences from ‘A room with a view’ by E M Forster: