Category Archives: Philosophy

All about the Pear Tree…

France & Vincent

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…One of the things they taught me at High Furrow was that love has gone out of fashion.

‘Love, is passé,’ they said.

In fact, so outmoded a concept was love that the people there could not even bring themselves to say the word.

In order to put love in its place they changed its spelling and pronunciation.

They called it ‘lurve’.

Now this is a terrible thing.

The day love dies is the day the world ends.

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But I am the last person to speak for love.

To see me struggling about the gaff would be to assume I had slung the woes of the world across my shoulders and that nothing could possibly shift them, ever.

Most of the time now all I can see before me is a grisly end, while the past…

The past looks like a bombed shack.

It is just a mess…

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Days of Honey

France & Vincent

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“When the sun rose once again it was more than a new dawn for the world. A new order, a new era had begun.

And it was time.

We from whom the stars were seeded were sent to earth to walk amongst you. We wore flesh like a garment, clothing our immanence, choosing the limitation of your little lives as our place of working.

The people were nomads, chasing subsistence where the water rose and the animals ran. We could do nothing with them except seek them across the desert. How were we to teach them if they could not stay still? How could they listen if their days were taken by their need for survival? Indeed, we saw such violence and starvation in that arid land that even the gods wept.

It was a problem.

Famine and war had raped the earth and the people were little more than…

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Religious Syncretism: a proper priest…

The Silent Eye

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… “What are you talking about?”

“A question of questions, young Wendolina, the answer to which may serve as a stunning proof of our original assertion.”

Your original assertion, which was posed as a question anyway. And I’m older than you are.”

“Yes, yes, dearest Wendlebury. There was a need for the razor ban, in order, to achieve assimilation. The original model for Samson wasn’t Gilgamesh at all, it was his ‘alter-ego’, the wild-man, Enkidu, who in the words of birds-feet etched into tablets of baked-clay over four thousand years ago, possessed long hair like a woman and an excessively hairy body.”

“In that case the ‘jaw-bone’ may well be a form of boomerang…” muses Wen, and then, “Birds Feet?”

“Cuneiform.”

“If I wasn’t so confused, I’d be tempted to jump up and down,” says Wen.

“Two-thirds animal, one-third man.”

“Ah,” says Wen, the light of comprehension settling…

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Songs of the Stone: witch-wood…

France & Vincent

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The Red, the White, the Green…

Some things have to be believed

Before they can be seen…

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…I knew the wood vaguely but even had I known it intimately this headlong dash through the shadows would have been new to me.

Rough, spindly fingers kept grabbing at my hair and clothes, scratching at my face, but we kept on running…

The phrase ‘break-neck pace’ kept flashing through my mind yet eventually the rhythm of it ensnared my qualms and propelled me back to the school room and my old letter-man Seamus.

‘The name is alien,’ he was saying to me with a familiar glint in his eye, and I thought again of the hard ‘Cee’ followed by the rolled ‘Arr’ which caught in my throat like the caw of a Black-Bird.

The double ‘aa’ drew out the word unnaturally and the ending was uncertain. Was it an ‘Ess’…

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Gift of a gospel…

Stained glass window, dove and bible

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‘I stand up next to a mountain
and I chop it down with the edge of my hand…’
– Voodoo Chile.

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I. ‘WHO SCARED YOU?…’

I saw the snout first and thought it was a snake.

But snakes move swift and smooth and this fella was
cautious, shy even… timid as he nervously tested the air.

Jed who had been repeatedly twanging his ruler on the top of a bedside-
cabinet as he talked, paused mid sentence… and held the ruler… airborne.

‘Lizard!’ He whispered, somewhat redundantly, as the little fella
carefully zig-zagged out from the ceiling panel, his legs moving
akimbo like synchronised swastika’s, first one way then the next…

He was a beauty alright.

Perfectly white,
with bright-black,
marble eyes and a
delicately pin-pricked snout.

Just as I thought he was going to edge
all the way out and stay for awhile,
the fridge motor shuddered into life.

A whip-lash curl of his tail: he was gone.

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II. ‘HOUSE BURNING DOWN…’

Road… and more road…

The ice we picked up at our last stop has long
since melted along with the thermometer which
we bought there too: its plastic base melding with
our metal dash. With a top temperature of only forty-
degrees celsius it was a pretty pointless purchase anyway.

I am beginning to understand why Jed was
so cautious about the decision to start out.

Some of his concerns come back to me.

‘There’s no air-conditioning in this thing you know.’

‘The mechanic reckons she’ll just about make it round.’

We pass a long stretch of salt devoured bush.

The bark of all the trees resembles baked clay.

Their heat gnawed limbs offer
stunted surrender to a barren sky.

… Road… and more road…

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Stained glass, St Thomas

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III. A BAPTISM OF FIRE

Joshua said, “Judas Thomas, while you are still
in the world, attend to the questions of your heart,
and it shall be revealed to you: who you are,
why you exist, and how you will come to be.”

“Who are you to say these things to me?” Said Judas Thomas.

Joshua said, “you do not know who I am from what I say to you?
Then you have disregarded the living one who is in your presence.

You are like a fruit picker who loves the fruit but hates the tree.

I am the light that is over all things,
I am all: from me all has come forth,
and to me all has reached.

Split a piece of wood…
I am there.
Lift up a block of stone…
I am there also.

I shall give you what no eye has
seen, what no ear has heard,
and what no hand has touched,
for the thing that I shall give you
has not arisen from the human heart.

I have thrown fire upon the world, and
look… I am watching it until it blazes.

Whoever is near me is near the fire.
Whoever is far from me is far from the kingdom.” …

– Excerpt from, ‘The Living One…’


The Living One : contemplations of the Gospel of Thomas, by Stuart France is available on Amazon in Paperback and for Kindle.

Ear-Wig II…

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… “But let us suppose a stateman were to put his nation in the position

of having to pursue ‘grand politics’ though it were ill equipped to do so.”

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“Or worse, suppose he forced his nation to politicise when it had otherwise

better things to do…”

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“Would we call such a statesman great?”

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“Undoubtedly, else he would not have been able to achieve such a feat.

He may have been mad to attempt it but perhaps all greatness starts out as madness.”

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“I disagree, we might want to call him strong and mad but never great!”

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Let the ignorant speculate –

When one nation becomes spiritually shallow,

another sets out for the deep…