Tag Archives: Religion
In the midst of life
Saturday 17 December 1983. The Science Museum basement, London Not many people – to my knowledge – had seen that basement. Apart from staff. But there wasn’t time for a good look around. There had been a bomb threat and … Continue reading
Taboo? (I’m talking about Jesus)
Do you cringe when someone mentions Jesus in polite conversation? I’ll admit it – I do. Not because I want to, or choose to, but because – well – I don’t really know. It’s an unconscious reaction. I’ve never been … Continue reading
Up she rises, earl-eye in the morning. One Sunday in May.
Amazing what the sun brings out, my parents would say. Like spots. Though it’s possible they actually said pimples. Does anyone say pimples any more? Religion is like a moral sun for me. It brings out my worst fears, agonies, … Continue reading
A cloud of unknowing. A cloud of forgetting. Where’s it all going to end?
I’ve woken up dazed. A concert arena popped up in my head overnight. The band’s last encore finished hours ago and the crowds have melted away, leaving fragments of tickets, bits of Malteser bags, beer-stains on the floor. It’s an … Continue reading