…by Richard Holloway could well be a book I recommend in the Spirituality module next year for people whose own searching is part of their reason for joining the class. This is the link to the book on Amazon and this links to my last thoughts about people’s disclosure in the class.
This poem by Tessimond that Holloway quotes rather sets the tone, at least for the first part, so I’ll reproduce it here:
Portrait of a romantic
He is in love with the land that is always over
The next hill and the next, with the bird that is never
Caught, with the room beyond the looking-glass.
He likes the half-hid, the half-heard, the half-lit,
The man in the fog, the road without an ending,
Stray pieces of torn words to piece together.
He is well aware that man is always lonely,
Listening for an echo of his cry, crying for the moon,
Making the moon his mirror, weeping in the night.
He often dives in the deep-sea undertow
Of the dark and dreaming mind. He turns at corners,
Twists on his heel to trap his following shadow.
He is haunted by the face behind the face.
He searches for last frontiers and lost doors.
He tries to climb the wall around the world.
For more “instant Holloway,” look here from Canongate films
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