mobile (but inflexible)

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‘ ..the news releases throw in his face a hundred disjointed and unpredictable happenings. Everything, it would seem, is changing at high speed. To stop and focus on it, so as to encompass and comprehend it, would be impossible. The scene is only what I am trying to see. Everything follows everything else for no reason. Incoherence seems to preside over this succession of events. The impression I get is that of a bewildering world which is mobile but inflexible. It is incomprehensible, touchy, disquieting as ghosts’ veils, a broken world, full of holes and full of the irrational.’

Jacques Ellul

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it is only a picture *sigh*

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‘A moment of complete happiness never occurs in the creation of a work of art. The promise of it is felt in the act of creation, but disappears towards the completion of the work. For it is then that the painter realises that it is only a picture he is painting. Until then he had almost dared to hope that the picture might spring to life.’

Lucien Freud

simple is best

 simple is best

I don’t know why I haven’t made carrot salad more considering how often it comes in the veg box and that they are almost always available in your local corner shop. There is a very simple recipe in Jane Grigson’s Vegetable Book and it’s lovely.

Take 1lb of carrots, grate them, add 4 tbsp’s of extra virgin olive oil, 1 tbsp of lemon juice, 2 tbsp’s flat leaf parsley (or chervil), mix and leave to chill for a while .
Add salt and pinch of sugar to taste (though I didn’t) and hoof it down you. Lovely.

‘I will arise now and go now..’

'I will arise now and go now..'

My old British passport expired in October and I decided that this time I would get an Irish one. I’m not sure what that says (if anything) about my political views. I guess that I feel more comfortable and at ease with it than with a British one. Perhaps the larger truth was that it was the easier option.
The other thing I really like is the artwork. I like the idea of traveling with a snippet of W.B. Yeats.