The Highwayman lies severed, cut down in the way, shorn from his mount. And the hand that did it rises trembling. And the eyes rise trembling to behold it To meet their accuser's eyes wide. And trembling. It was a rough deed, done with razorrrs Watched with glass, that razor-sharpt eye Done in a cold… Continue reading Elegy to a Beard
Defence of the Defence (2 sentences) 1. Not the 'approximate', although it is worthy in its way. It is an attribute of God to be proximate to all and thus (a)proximate to human understanding. There are pleasant idle hours to spend in contemplation of the alpha privative. (Particularly one as odd as the 'a' in… Continue reading In defence of the proximate.
I watch the girl on stage. The spotlight is away from her, the cues which direct our attention direct it elsewhere. She is now a prop, a frame. She shifts posture slightly every half-minute. Clearly, the way she sits - weight on her one wrist, feigning watching TV - is uncomfortable. Her shifts of posture… Continue reading Piercing the Wall
[For my mum, because I was thinking of her on Mother's Day] I don't know how many times my mother read the Pilgrim's Progress to me when I was young. It was certainly enough that the story has become part of how I process my experience of the Christian life. And that is precisely what… Continue reading Allegorical Interpretation
Murray Bail makes me fall in love with reading again. I picked up his newest novel, The Pages, yesterday - bought it on the basis of his name and the blurb on the back. No one writes Australia like Bail, his description of driving along Parramatta road in the first chapter alone is enough reason… Continue reading Murray Bail – The Pages