The Transpersonal Self as The Incarnate Christ in Christian Belief.[1] Michael Daniels was one of my teachers when I did an MSc in Transpersonal Psychology at John Moore’s University, Liverpool, in 2006. I remember him then as being a very friendly and good teacher always encouraging us to comment and interrupt him for an explanation…
“Thomas’s methods as a teenager, bogged in masturbatory claustrophobia, desperately seeking in language the fulfilment of clandestine sexual needs …. those methods were suited to the phallocentric, percussive, short-circuited poetry proper to his situation then, but they were not what he needed later as a sexually mature, world-scarred and world-skilled outsider at the literary centre.…
When Sorrows Come(For Fer) ¨When sorrows come they come not as single spies but in battalions¨ (Shakespeare, Hamlet.)When sorrows comeThey do not always flowLike light in water,Or the blood in the river of our hearts,But losing the moon’s pull,Well up, motionless, at the sedged-rimOut of our reach,In the slow bent bow that isBeyond the swift…
Reflections(For Rolf on his 60th. Birthday)I grow old thinking in pools slow refractions of the past Narcissus-like cursed by Nemesis for pridehaunted by Echo Ovid, Metamorphosiseslike an old songthat wont stop going roundand round in my headTall and tan Boy from Ipanema and young and handsomeAhh! when he walks to the seaDreaming how Lorca seesthe…
The Road to Emmaus(after Luke 24 v.13) “For Christ plays in ten thousand places,Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not hisTo the Father through the features of men’s faces.’Gerard Manley Hopkins, from “As kingfisher’s catch fire”. Why go to Emmauswhy go on such a disturbing dayfull of that sense of loss and idle talesEmmaus…
August RainWe let the grass grow long hereit takes the rain infinitely gentleeach blade leads a drop to earthand springs back catching my eyeshere there everywherein an energy of dancethen the beat of rain like a drumthe sound hollow bird-song-silentSensation gives way to feelingthe river is an octave lowervision joins in the grasses dancereturns a…
“Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound. And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter…the spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which. And…
Mary O’Malley’s poem is in an anthology of poems “A Different Eden: Ecopoetry from Ireland and Galicia”, in a section of the book called: “When we were not the centre of the universe”. I liked the poem, especially as it was read to me by Lorna Shaughnessy (see her latest collection of poems: “Lark Water”,…
Boundary Wall “Something there is that doesn’t love a wall”. “He moves in darkness as it seems to me.” Robert Frost, Mending Wall. My neighbour calls to ask my time To inspect the wall That runs between his house and mine. I follow his bent back, Behind which tight-clasped, His hands are counter-weight It seems…
Song for Joe Nora had not been dead long when her cottagewas burned downHer net curtains at the small windows stillthe sacred heart of Jesus on the walllooking downThe charred reed fell but the walls stillwithstood the wind somewhatThe fireplace and the chimney tower remainedwith ash and beech growing from out the roofThe heart on…
The Hug of Gaia 