Sue Vincent's Blog: Echoes of Life

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Love to Sue…

R.I.P.  ANI  2009 – 2024 (Gone to play ‘Fetch’ with her Mum) *** “You’re not a Bird, Anu, you’re a Dog! And it’s not a game, this birth and death business, it is serious stuff. Do you understand?”             Anu … Continue reading →

White Sun…

* The White Sun of the Tarot Fool is reputed to signify the spiritual sun… An impersonal power manifesting as a limitless energy radiated to the world-system of planets without number, streaming out and over them from their respective suns. … Continue reading →

Lizard-Men

*** … “You know, I’m not sure syncretism is quite the right word,” says Wen, eyeing the icon of Gilgamesh with some trepidation. We are in the British Museum doing ‘research’ as Wen likes to call it. ‘Pick up your … Continue reading →

Door of Dreams

* Would you walk the corridor of dreams Into the dark and unknown inner places Where silent voices whisper your desires From unkissed lips upon amorphous faces * Dare you cross the Temple chequerboard Where black and white in alternating … Continue reading →

Year of the Pig…

Image – Sue Vincent * The device of riddling is common to most traditional cultures. Maidens set riddles for their suitors: ‘What is sweeter than mead…?’ ‘What is whiter than snow…?’ ‘What is lighter than a spark…?’ * Antagonists use riddles to settle their disputes: ‘Forty white horses on a red hill first they gnash … … Continue reading →

Time travelling: A place of kings and “holy air…”

“Holy air encased in stone” … that is how Sir John Betjeman described the crypt at Repton, and it was this that we had come to see… we hoped. On a previous visit, the crypt had been locked. This time, … Continue reading →

Lucky

There are few photographs of my years in Paris. The camera I had back then was minimal, film expensive to process and anyway, postcards did a far better job that I could ever do. It doesn’t matter. Back then it … Continue reading →

Walking with grief…

Image – Sue Vincent * ‘I cried like some grandmother, I wanted to tear my teeth out, I didn’t know what I wanted to do.’ – Walter E.Kurtz, Apocalypse Now. * The ‘Good Colonel’ is here reacting to a particularly distressing, and at first sight vicious, and meaningless act of war. However, a culture that … … Continue reading →

Songs of a bard….

I love the old stories, the legends and lays of ancient times when the world, from our vantage point, seemed both a more innocent and more magical place, where the impossible walked hand in hand with the improbable and where … Continue reading →