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By Hole Ousia Posted on January 27, 2021January 27, 2021

Poetry and music together

Categories: Architecture, Bridge of Allan, Family history, gardens, Omphalos films, Philosophy, Poems, Scotland, This is Not yesterday, Two culturesTags: 2014, 23 January 2021, 464A ALLELE 12, a feeling of being suspended between the sky and the sea, A hopeless case, A L Kennedy, A person has to be transcendent somewhere, Ageing is Truth, Ageing stone, Amalfi, Andrew Robert Gordon, Anthony Doeer, Antiquary, Arnhall, Arnhall castle, beautiful summer, Belle and Sebastian, between the scavenger and the philosopher, both personal and communal, Bridge of Allan, Casulaties, Charlotte's cave, Cimbrone, Clackmannan, Deborah Levy, Dunkeld, Edinburgh marathon, Edmund de Waal, essay, essays, essays can help us learn a new means of being together, Family films, Feature, Features, films for Sian, Fugitive from Girgenti, Gail Low, gardens, Glenbardie, Glenbardy, Green grow the rashes 'o, Gregory's Girl, Hale Bopp, Hanya Yaanagihara, Hartshaw Mill, Haughhead., He loved the light itsel', He loved the light itself, Hole Ousia, humanities, Imagine being a colour and a feeling, IMAGINED SPACES, In the Middle, Innerpeffray, Innerpeffray Library, January 2021, Kalemouth Suspension Bridge, Kirsty Gunn, Lecropt, Library, Lismore, Little Sparta, lost, Lost (remastered), love, Medical Humanties, medicine, Mossgrove, Musselburgh, No more white coats, now that social media has reduced so much of public discource to little more than point-scoring, nuces philosophicae, Omphalos, Omphalos films, one hundred and thirty years, Paestum, pandemic, Part of, Perth, Peter and Sian, Peter Davidson, Peter Gordon, Peter John Gordon, Poetry and music come together, Poetry and music come together as one creative expression, Rachel Fiona Gordon, rationalisation, Ravello, rebel antiquary, Roddy Woomble, ruins, Scotsman, Scottish Cup, Seeds in the wind, She said nothing and she shone, Sian Fiona Williams, Social maverick, social media, something of the sky, Somewhere on the other side of the afternoon’s horizon, St John's, St Johnstone, Strathearn, That small place in the whole of time, The Ageing Stone, the anatomy of emotion, The Antiquary, The Beautiful Summer, the beginning of wisdom, The Fair Maid of Perth, the Great Garden, The manner of what we make defines us, The Medicine is in Aberdeen, The North and South Inches, The Rebel Antiquary, the two cultures, the wedding of Peter and Sian, This is not yesterday, Together we are an endless conversation, twitter, Two Cultures, Walter Scott, we stopped listening and kept on leaping, Wedding, what was it you saw, wheesht to your omphaloi, wheesht to your omphalos, when you say I like biscuits, Windsor gardens, wrapped up in books, You are my world

By Hole Ousia Posted on January 23, 2021

The OPEL is a car which fills a universal want!

Music credit: ‘Ghosteen’ by Nick Cave

Categories: Omphalos films, Philosophy, Poems, Scotland, This is Not yesterdayTags: A friendship in letters, a modern ruin, abandoned car, Antiquary, ASTROV, Burny Gully, Burnygully, Dr Flaxman, Dr John Flaxman, Everybody wants OPEL, Flaxman, friendship, Ghosteen, Ghosteen Speaks, Hale Bopp, Hole Ousia, Little Sparta, Nick Cave, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Omphalos, Omphalos films, Omphatyp, poem, poet, poetry, rebel antiquary, rusty, sebaldian, Social maverick, sparkian, The Antiquary, The OPEL is a car which fills a universal want!, The Rebel Antiquary, This is not yesterday, vintage car, wheesht to your omphaloi, wheesht to your omphalos

By Hole Ousia Posted on January 23, 2021

Everybody wants OPEL!

Music credit: ‘Ghosteen’ by Nick Cave

Categories: Omphalos films, Philosophy, Poems, Scotland, This is Not yesterdayTags: A friendship in letters, a modern ruin, abandoned car, Antiquary, ASTROV, Burny Gully, Burnygully, Dr Flaxman, Dr John Flaxman, Everybody wants OPEL, Flaxman, friendship, Ghosteen, Ghosteen Speaks, Hale Bopp, Hole Ousia, Little Sparta, Nick Cave, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Omphalos, Omphalos films, Omphatyp, poem, poet, poetry, rebel antiquary, rusty, sebaldian, Social maverick, sparkian, The Antiquary, The Rebel Antiquary, This is not yesterday, vintage car, wheesht to your omphaloi, wheesht to your omphalos

By Hole Ousia Posted on January 21, 2021January 22, 2021

We go from nowhere to nowhere, deliberately

This film/poem is for Dr John Flaxman. Music credit: ‘Ghosteen’ by Nick Cave

Categories: Omphalos films, Philosophy, This is Not yesterday, Two culturesTags: A friendship in letters, a modern ruin, abandoned car, Antiquary, ASTROV, Burny Gully, Burnygully, Dr Flaxman, Dr John Flaxman, Flaxman, friendship, Ghosteen, Ghosteen Speaks, Hale Bopp, Hole Ousia, Little Sparta, Nick Cave, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Omphalos, Omphalos films, Omphatyp, poem, poet, poetry, rebel antiquary, rusty, sebaldian, Social maverick, sparkian, The Antiquary, The Rebel Antiquary, This is not yesterday, vintage car, wheesht to your omphaloi, wheesht to your omphalos

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