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By Hole Ousia Posted on November 27, 2020

‘Miss Ironside is specialising in life’

From ‘The Quarry Wood’ by Nan Shepherd

Categories: Philosophy, Scotland, This is Not yesterday, Two culturesTags: Antiquary, By living we learn, Doric, generalism, Hole Ousia, It is by living we learn, John Macmurray, Martha, Miss Ironside, Nan Shepherd, Patrick Geddes, Peter Gordon, philosophy, Professor, professors, rebel antiquary, Scotland, Social maverick, specialisation, Specialism, Specialists, The Antiquary, The Quarry Wood, The Rebel Antiquary, Vivendo Discimus

By Hole Ousia Posted on July 30, 2020July 30, 2020

an ordinary Degree

I gained two ordinary degrees before becoming a specialist. Sian, my wife, has been a General Practitioner in all the time that we have been together. I am now retired … Continue reading an ordinary Degree

Categories: History of medicine, Medical Education, Medical humanities, Narrative medicine, Philosophy, Psychiatry, Two culturesTags: 1881, 1893, A life of Nan Shepherd, a loving observer, Aberdeen, acuteness of life, ageing, Ageing stone, all categories are absurd where art is concerned, an unimaginable past, an unimaginable present, Anna Shepherd, Antiquary, Arory-bory-Alice., artist, Aunt Josephine, Aunt Josephine Leggatt, aurora borealis, Bear hunt, becoming, being, Blacktop, boundaries, By living we learn, byordinar clever, cairn, Cairngorms, Charlotte peacock, children, Class of 1988, Class of 1990, Comet, comet seekers, Comets, Commonplace book, cosmic, cosmic light, dance, dancing, Deeside, Dunvegan, dykes, Elective, England, Eric Redmond, Eternity, Gamrie, gardener, Gardenstown, gate, gatekeepeer, gateway, gateway to the Highlands, General Practitioners, generalism, Gleanings, going on a bear hunt, GPs, Hale Bopp, he walked out through the entrance gate, Hidden Doors, Hole Ousia, how many gateways revisited, humming with life, I like this place, incredible shapes, Intensely Local, Into the Mountain, It is by living we learn, J Arthur Thompson, John Berger, John Macmurray, Kilsyth, King’s College, Left-behind gateway, Loch Avon, man does not learn from books alone, map-maker, Martha, Medley book, Merleau-Ponty, mountains, moved the sun in all the heaven, Nan Shepherd, Neil Gunn, new views of Comets, Northern Lights, Omphalos, Omphalos films, Oor big braw cosmos, painting, Patrick Geddes, Peter John Gordon, philosopher, poem, poet, poetry, Professor Gregory, Rachel Fiona Gordon, read in her eye, rebel antiquary, rising sun, river Dee, Robert Macfarlane, Rock, Scotland, Scottish women writers, scrawled on gateposts, seedlings, shapes, Shapes sounds the energies and acuteness of life, she kicked her grand-aunt Josephine, she seems to have lived with a great but quiet gusto, she understood, she understood that a graduate may be ignorant, she's byordinar clever, Sian Fiona Williams, singing over stone, sky, specialisation, Specialism, Specialisms are making nonsense of sense, Specialists, stars, stones, Survives as a pair of gate-posts far away, symbolic, symbolic gateways haunt Nan Shepherd's work, symbolism, The Ageing Stone, The Antiquary, The Comet Seekers, The living mountain, The Quarry Wood, The Rebel Antiquary, the sky belongs to us all, the sky is making a new proposition to the earth, the sky is not little, there was no time, there was no time to build a cosmos, There's such a lot of sky about here, time passes listen, to be humbled, Two Girls Singing, Uganda, unknowableness, we must learn from these women, we stole milk from the cosmos and survived, West Cults, where Martha played, William Philip, writer, writers, you're like a lovely day in the hills

By Hole Ousia Posted on May 10, 2019

I mistook myself for a scientific label

Perhaps it was just me, but I somehow mistook myself for a scientific label! [I wrote this poem many years ago but it still seems relevant]

Categories: Medical Education, Medical humanities, Medical writings, Narrative medicine, NHS Scotland, Omphalos films, Philosophy, Poems, Psychiatry, Stigma, suicide, Two culturesTags: artist, being divided, divides, Erving Goffman, Hole Ousia, label, labeling, Labelling, labels, Peter J Gordon, poem, poet, Prescribed harm, Psychiatry, sigma, specialisation, Specialisms are making nonsense of sense, spoiled identity, Two Cultures, Window tax

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