It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
Wendy Berry
Its been a long time since I last updated my blog, and a lot has happened. I went through a 'wobbly' period in my first simester at college and nearly withdrew from the course. Thank goodness I didn't, as things have improved and I now find myself looking forward to the challanges ahead.
Besides work for college I have been kept busy with other things, such as making a few more coffee filter books for other events, a poetry reading at the Iraqi Cultural Centre in London on 5th March, the anniversary of the bombing of Al Mutanabbi Street.
I feel privileged to have been part of a project like this. Connecting me with other like minded people who stand up for the right to be able to read a book of ones own choice with out fear or recrimination.
The Art Book Art group were invited to be part of the launch of the Essex Book Festival. What an enjoyable morning and what a boost to the confidence to hear the exclamations and delight of the viewing public, who are most eager to know more about the how's and why's of artist's book making.
Now the group is busily preparing for our Book Making work shop next week, bookings made after interest was shown from the book fair last year. Lets hope this will lead on to more book making events in the future.
Finally I need to put something right, it's a poem by R.D. Laing, that I had half remembered, and wrote on my home page. I stumbled across the original recently, and spent some time debating whether to replace it. But I like my own half remembered version, so apologies Mr Laing.
A Knot
There is something I dont know
that I am suppose to know
I don't know what it is I don't know.
and yet I am suppose to know,
and I feel I look stupid,
if I seem both to not know it
and not to know what it is I don't know.
Therefore I pretend I know it.
This is nerve - wracking,
since I don't know what I must pretend to know.
Therefore I pretend to know everything.
I feel you know what I am suppose to know,
but you can't tell me what it is
because you don't know that I don't know what it is.
You may know what I don't know, but not
that I don't know it,
and I can't tell you. So you will have to tell me
every thing.