I started this substack as a repository for essays I thought would be worth preserving. Having posted on a number of websites over the years, and having found a particularly welcoming berth at Michel Chossudovsky’s superb site, globalresearch.ca, I also discovered the all-too-frequent typo and ungainly phrase, which posting on substack would allow me to remedy.
I'm as possessive of my hard-earned as anyone, and a fiend for value for money, but I hope that you write only when genuinely moved to do so. I think if you felt you had to perform for an audience, your work would become subject to the law of diminishing returns. Please go for quality not quantity. You have an individual perspective on the madness, a particular tone and sensibility, and churning out stuff like a Stuff journo will bleed this content out of your work because you won't have time to replenish.
Also please keep the conversations going if you can because if you introduce a wide range of people - not necessarily high profile, but possessing important or illustrative perspectives - this will provide an invaluable record. Since they are suppressed now, help our ordinary voices be heard in the future.
A wise, compassionate doctor AND a poet at heart too. That's impressive and inspirational.
I knew it! The story about the guys at dinner, the perfect treatment of the senses; sounds, texture of linen and crystal glasses, and the brutal(ly hilarious) ending when he drove over the smarmy guy made me realise you were holding back. Nice one.
I would love to read some of your poetry written for the sake of writing poetry.
I find most of your essays very poetic.
Deep with meaning and metaphor etcetera
I am a big fan of your style of writing, which in my mind has a classic, almost antique or vintage feel to it.
Golden era. Pre war. Learned. Gentlemanly.
Are a few words which spring to mind.
Take him up on it. These original and entertaining stories!
You're following a true vocation. Always choose a path with heart.