"Nurse Grandma," "persons, but also the shimmering places," "an ‘odd’ string because each of them is a knot, a node that exists in a space-time wildly different from that of their fellows, and each has been so differently influential"...so much to hover over here. The details you recall, the balls on the stairs for your child, so much to pause and consider. I love this piece. I love that you sat, I assume for hours, to honor this memory of your, to record it, this influence, this interlocutor, this mentor. It stirs so much in me.
"Piecemeal we emerged, in the company of each other, alongside the slippery fragments of diversely uncultivated hopes, not a few regrets, and many silences."
"Many if not most of us have an odd string of such figures in our lives. Usually they are persons, but also the shimmering places, moments and things of memory that stretch into our pasts. Beckoning us back, to think."
Gorgeous prose here, Kenneth. A pleasure to read. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thanks for including the video.
A gentle and perspicacious hommage to a man unmistakeably serious about teaching and mentorship. I never met Roger Highfield while at Oxford. The "creature" coming to life from your post ("source") is one who had mastered the art of being utterly themselves while taking themselves back to give other selves the space and encouragement for growth. A rare creature, I think. Reading your piece had a calming effect on me. It quietly celebrates humane conversation. Greetings to Glyn.
"Nurse Grandma," "persons, but also the shimmering places," "an ‘odd’ string because each of them is a knot, a node that exists in a space-time wildly different from that of their fellows, and each has been so differently influential"...so much to hover over here. The details you recall, the balls on the stairs for your child, so much to pause and consider. I love this piece. I love that you sat, I assume for hours, to honor this memory of your, to record it, this influence, this interlocutor, this mentor. It stirs so much in me.
Thanks so so much.
"Piecemeal we emerged, in the company of each other, alongside the slippery fragments of diversely uncultivated hopes, not a few regrets, and many silences."
"Many if not most of us have an odd string of such figures in our lives. Usually they are persons, but also the shimmering places, moments and things of memory that stretch into our pasts. Beckoning us back, to think."
Gorgeous prose here, Kenneth. A pleasure to read. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thanks for including the video.
Gracias Sharron.
A gentle and perspicacious hommage to a man unmistakeably serious about teaching and mentorship. I never met Roger Highfield while at Oxford. The "creature" coming to life from your post ("source") is one who had mastered the art of being utterly themselves while taking themselves back to give other selves the space and encouragement for growth. A rare creature, I think. Reading your piece had a calming effect on me. It quietly celebrates humane conversation. Greetings to Glyn.
Gracias dear Harald