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03 May 2011


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Don't you just love it when pieces of our big-picture cosmic jigsaw puzzles come together in such jaw dropping ways?

The other day my cat pulled many books off my shelves, and it took forever to pick them all up because as I touched each one, I remembered times connected to them, I had to search for favorite passages, and I discovered new ones. I never tire of spending time with the old friends. Good post.

Thank you so much for your post on Michael Adam/Kim Taylor and the Ark Press. I have books by Kim, given to me and inscribed by him and by his daughter Shane Maya back in the 1970s. I lost touch with the family many years ago, I left the south west to live in British Columbia, Canada and returned in the late 1980s to live in Devon. I would love to know where any of them may be now. I was close friends with Shane and spent some happy hours in the cottage in Brushford (I have drawings I made of the place, and of Shane, at the time).I still love the books - they've traveled with me by sailboat and airplane all over the world. Great to see your post.
Kind regards,

I, too, was deeply influenced by the beauty
of the Ark Press books, and by Kim Taylor's
writings. But I know nothing of the man.
Is there a biography? A history of the Ark Press? If not, any one out there who will
help me compile an appreciation at least?

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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