Triads IX…
by Steve Tanham
Month: September 2017
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Magical Man at the Dawn of Science
by Steve Tanham
The Elizabethan age considered itself scientific, indeed the word ‘science’ was used to mean ‘knowledge’. The so called Age of Reason was a much later term applied by historians of science to broad-brush the slow ascent of experimental-based knowledge. What we now call science originated from the attempts to separate the observer from the method of experiment; a method that would employ only the … Read More Magical Man at the Dawn of Science
Break down and break-time
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Well, assuming that my poorly car actually escapes at some point today from the mechanics who are holding her captive, and nothing else decides to go wrong, screw up, fall sick or explode… including me… I’ll be heading north shortly for the Silent Eye’s autumn event. It is always touch and go getting to Scotland. The…
Vertical disintegration
by Steve Tanham
I hope I hide it well…but that can be a dangerous and naive presumption. I’m at my best when convergent; and yet the divergent part is essential to the inclusiveness of the creative process. I’m rambling on in a manner that is plainly self-indulgent, so let me explain… It’s what I’ve come to think of as the ‘duff desktop’ that I’m musing about. The … Read More Vertical disintegration
Night Nomads
by Steve Tanham
It’s two and you, two dogs and it The hidden light that powers the grit Of rubber spinning in the night ➰ Beneath the blazing arc-lights’ cold No warmth escapes the darkened scold Of coffee, burgers, brands unsold ➰ But we, Night Nomads, are unclean As hounds, will reave your tables, mean, With hunger and disease will you demean ➰ We won’t, of course, … Read More Night Nomads
Generational time machine…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Mrs Howe. How on earth I remember that after so many decades, I do not know… but that was the name of my headmistress on my very first day at school. I can still ‘see’ her in memory… can see her in assembly, holding up the vases she collected for the school… could still describe her…
Crossing the stillness
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
It is dark as we walk down the lane, the small dog and I, yet a bird is singing, opening the gates of dawn with a joyful song, heralding the day without yet knowing what it will bring. For now it sings alone, a brave voice in the darkness, but soon others will join with it.…
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