December 2009
19 posts
from Stephen Fry's Letter to his 16-yr-old Self.
I am perhaps happier now than I have ever been and yet I cannot but recognise that I would trade all that I am to be you, the eternally unhappy, nervous, wild, wondering and despairing 16-year-old Stephen: angry, angst-ridden and awkward but alive.
Because you know how to feel, and knowing how to feel is more important than how you feel.
Deadness of soul is the only unpardonable crime, and if...
Rocking the family boat can be a lullaby not an...
“The idea of self has to be redefined. Therapy’s definition comes from the...”
– James Hillman in We’ve Had a Hundred Years of Psychotherapy and the World’s Getting Worse
“You can’t not have choice. You can avoid it but you can’t not have...”
from 'Pearls That Were', JH Prynne
Shine ahead, cold star
like music on the water
in the wake of remission
from near, from far.
Take beauty’s injunction
as pledge for the chain
that binds up the open scatter
sprinkled in chill rain.
None so costly, none so clear
accepted on account
of pliant, client deception
to tarnish a fear.
And rise up to vocal induration,
lulled into fresh calm
by motionless,...
