A Week’s Spontaneous Offerings. Tailoring a Suit to suit.
In the scramble to make any kind of progress in the mountainous world of book marketing it is sometimes quite hard to perceive the significant and generous. As an author there is always more mountain to ascend. I have probably been more whinger than winged, doggedly putting one foot after another without stopping for the view, or even a meal. Truth is I am too impatient to master stratagems I don’t believe will work anyway, and all the IT cleverness I might need I do not really trust. Besides there is always an Inbox waiting to be answered or emptied. Not to even glance at that Novella half written and short stories to be polished and posted. They must bide.
This week it is time to give thanks to my new friends; people who have hosted guest blogs like Chris Graham, the Story Reading Ape , who still comes to visit me and leaves his spoor, and Roz Morris who shows how it is all done, with one hand, and still has time to ride and read recipes, and one or two faithful friends who read everything like Ashen Venema, who gives heart to everyone in generous poetic images that blow roses into mid winter. You have all kept me going and I have not thanked you enough. This is for you.
What focused my attention on those who might feel less than sufficiently acknowledged in my obsessive Skinner rat existence have been two events this week that a professional publicist might die for. Both came as unexpected gifts metaphorically left on the door step, entirely unexpected.. Somehow this site and the book drew that attention of the first person ever to actually sign up as an official ‘friend’ which earned Brian George the questionable honour of the first Canto of the book. We exchanged a few letters and he sent some materials to a friend of his called Joe Moore who runs a podcast Interview site called Occult Sentinel. Joe interviewed me this week and within 24 hours the Interview was posted up.
Joe’s sympathetic and thoughtful questions gave the opportunity really to introduce the book to a possible readership, to define why it was written and why in poetry, and how it is different from the great wealth of books suggesting we have all reached the end of a road, or that Armageddon requires us to ‘Brace brace!’ His podcast can be visited and other things of great interest found on Occult Sentinel. Nothing is easier than talking about a book to someone who is genuinely interested. It turns the wretched sense of selling, to one of offering and that is another feeling altogether. I am indebted to both Brian George and Joe Moore for reminding me of that.
The other thing this week brought (despite the floods) in Devon and Somerset was a copy of the Holistic Science Journal’ which is subtitled ‘The quest for perception in lived experience’ and this issue (Vol 2 Issue 3) is devoted to various articles and thoughts on Parallel Time. As a compilation, dovetailing very diverse ideas, the magazine weaves together strands that complement one another, a new vision of something deeper pushing outwards in multifaceted worlds of experience, from plant language and intuitive medicine, marine systems and water harvesting, and then the world of mind and other minds. The Editor Philip Franses and his team of volunteers have put together a compilation of ideas and articles, all of which relate to alternative thoughts about time, matter, creation and relationships within the outer and inner worlds, from the mathematician Fantappie and Henri Bergson to Teilhard de Chardin and nestled in such company, yours truly. Rather daunting to find myself so seated at a high table. (Though the Editor had judiciously removed any frivolous challenges to the august company I was to keep, -never can resist the slight poke with a stick to see if it moves! I suspect he knew it would without any help.)
This offers a link to the Holistic Science Journal which is (barely) maintained by subscription. Survival of all such generosity needs friends. Do please visit. The ‘Contents will give you an idea of its breadth, the abstracts at the beginning of each contribution some indications of their depth.
I am not sure if this is good news for the rest of you but I confess myself renewed. This week I take on the tube strike with a talk at Watkins Bookshop on Thursday (6.30 Cecil Court Nr Leicester Sq) Perhaps I will develop a taste for talking and if you come I might have a chance to do some listening. That would be good. All welcome. Thank you and Adieu.