the enigma of Darwin (1). The most poetic of souls.

As a young man Darwin was full of fire and passion. He read the poets, Gray, Shelley, Keats, Byron, Wordsworth, Coleridge and most especially Milton, with great enjoyment. Music and painting gave him extreme pleasure.  He deeply loved Handel’s...

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Year Beginning

New Year The year beginning like a great giant stirringIn his sleep.  Worms turn, birds start to singCatkins swell, there is a lightening in the airThin smoke ascends from distant farms;And born from the wedding of earth and waterHe sends...

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Head of the River.

             Head of the River            Lowgill took me back                             Seated near the Bowland brookteased  by runes of wrinkled...

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Damien Hirst’s Nativity

To be credible at all today any theology – not that most Darwinians would think any theology credible -  must be Darwinian and able to reconcile itself with Darwinian thought.   The Darwinian theory of evolution is so overwhelmingly confirmed...

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Lords of Misrule

Primitive people usually seem to have a concept of sacred time, a kind of time within time.  It  tells the inner story of the universe and can only be made present through ritual, when primitives believe they escape ordinary...

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