Memoirs and Fragments

Eager cupped hands

A memory from 1945. I envisaged this as chapter 1 of an autobiography. Maybe chapter 2 will be written one day.

The Buddha and the Corpse

Life as a beatnik in Paris 1962.

Discovering Poetry

I work shoulder-to-shoulder with yuppies in the City of London, but the life of spirit breaks through and taps me on the other shoulder.

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