This photo of Mary Eng was taken by her brother; family is so important to how we see things. SO I tried to present something of the music of the spheres. When he took the picture it showed the synesthetic waves of rainbows
I am grateful to Mary Rose Eng, for visiting London all the way from Oregon,during the OCCUPY and trial at the Supreme Court of Julian Assange. I say for her support and encouraging me to write.
"In this vacuous age it is so great that we had a guest who came here on a mission.In spite of telling me that her experiences as a student in Oregon was marred by three attempted rapes, I say attempted but what is the measure? I don't wish to ask her further, but she amazed me because she still came to help support the wikileaks originator ."
In this age of noise I remember the words of Richard Holloway, a very dear friend, now also known for his Radio 4 presentations on faith:
" The most noise always comes from the shallow end of the pool" Having had the thrill of his companionship in Edinburgh it means much to me that I am not all alone.
I was interested as I developed the image in a dark room to see that something happened. In the original image here see the mirror to the left with her brother who is taking the photo. For all her pain it is clearly a joyous moment, her perhaps singing, like a latter day Joan Baez or Leonard Woolf coming back to let the kaleidscopic emotions of his having to support Virginia through her personal war. Like a sort of Chris Martin with all that music or Dylan. Was he Bob really Edgar Allen Poe, whose own surfeit of suffering led him back to express angst as music downloaded from the spheres.
I saw the huddles of humans like a sort of mystic fog with an appeal beyond the organized life we all regimentedly follow.Bloomsbury has imagination which is why I feel women have kept us going, through the war, and why the literary movement is a map for students from all around the globe.
As I say Richard Holloway has been a major figure in my personal journey. Without him I might have taken up a path more travelled, using modern languages like Russian to mix with the Soviet spies in Edinburgh. They were always on the look out for students as were MI6.
Having looked in to Richard's eyes for too long I think that I fell into a trance like I was in Wonderland. The photos I developed above have always included a special sprinkle of cinammon in the developing solution
My brother Tom Mycroft
Having maintained contact with our darling American corresponent
I have always forwarded my news from Mary, the daughter of a poet to Ann Pavett, Angela Neustatter and dear friends, with the hope that it could be enjoyed more widely and deservingly.
This close up of the earlier image shows that lines like cracks appear to be on the image.
I have not touched this photo I guarantee, but I took a copy to Inspector Lestrade of CID, who has been in touch with my brother, Tom, and I regarding the sudden collapse of the the sky. It began to crack, to shatter in shivers, hailing down like pieces of crystals as the sky turned red making the music of 'Diamonds and Rust' emanate from the sky. Joan Baez sang and wrote that song as her love of Bob Dylan collapsed. It was a bit like Mary Rose I fear felt with her friendship to the wikikhead. Cuts all over faces, mental bruising and physical scars.
Richard Holloway, left, is the man who most imaginatively took on work in Gorbals.
His commitment to working with the disadvantaged was a major inspiration to Sally, Jean, Lala, Jeremy and I when it came to trying to make a form of theatre that was like a manifesto for the times. The audience was made of ordinary people, just curious to observe who they might meet and see so intimately.
The reward of the productions were that Jean Findlay, Lala Vula and Bruno Beloff's images welcomed us into the darkest recesses. while the actors performing from experience were catalysed into realising how much the had to give.
It was truly astonishing and utterly irreverent as revolutionary to uncover the wounds as Richard saw and put it in his comments of the dispossessed.