tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120782106813350531.post8415401841337115257..comments2023-10-11T12:15:24.435+01:00Comments on Aidan Chambers: Hand, eyes - and mouthsAidan Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04898704093429793297noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120782106813350531.post-61213825328890231592008-05-21T08:14:00.000+01:002008-05-21T08:14:00.000+01:00I'm reading Richard Sennett's The Craftsman at the...I'm reading Richard Sennett's <I>The Craftsman</I> at the moment, which I recommend highly (and which I'll eventually blog about, I suppose). He too speaks about the essential relationship between hand and mind - 'simulation can be a poor substitute for tactile experience'. Thinking and doing are intrinsically linked, so much so that 'conceptual human powers suffer' when the link is broken. <I>Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13770069472552779217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120782106813350531.post-35345357458937893762008-03-26T15:18:00.000+00:002008-03-26T15:18:00.000+00:00Oh, and another thing whilst I'm at it: unalloyed ...Oh, and another thing whilst I'm at it: unalloyed glad tidings! An excerpt from Philip Pullman's forthcoming novel, 'Once Upon a Time in the North' was in last Sat's Gradient: http://books.guardian.co.uk/extracts/story/0,,2267338,00.html<BR/><BR/>Mark.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120782106813350531.post-82132869087867049772008-03-26T15:11:00.000+00:002008-03-26T15:11:00.000+00:00Greetings all, overdosed on chocolate, I hope? Int...Greetings all, overdosed on chocolate, I hope? <BR/><BR/>Interesting and helpful thoughts there, Anne, on playing the generation game. <BR/><BR/>Regarding this useful hands, eye and craft discussion, I've just bumped into these words by that fine Scots poet and writer, George Mackay Brown, from his novel, 'Vinland', set in Viking Orkney (one for all you Swedish Weekings, I suspect!).<BR/><BR/>"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120782106813350531.post-34106115575418704222008-03-18T21:22:00.000+00:002008-03-18T21:22:00.000+00:00Can I react to your comment, Mark? I agree with yo...Can I react to your comment, Mark? <BR/><BR/>I agree with your fascination with fathers and sons (in my case, fathers and daughters: I have always been ‘my father’s daughter’). We are all ‘children of’ and we all relate in some way or another to ‘passing on things’ to generations behind us and receiving from generations before. Especially teachers do, and TV programme makers, also writers.<BR/>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120782106813350531.post-78471724842224627722008-03-18T11:45:00.000+00:002008-03-18T11:45:00.000+00:00Yes, Mark, I'd be interested in your bloggy though...Yes, Mark, I'd be interested in your bloggy thoughts on this word or that and why.<BR/>Aidan.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120782106813350531.post-45360102127884525432008-03-18T11:36:00.000+00:002008-03-18T11:36:00.000+00:00"But I only know the words are 'right' (what I ima..."But I only know the words are 'right' (what I imagined) by speaking them with my mouth."<BR/><BR/>Ay words are real, that's for sure, and the thoughts and feelings and flights of fancy that they embody. The orality of the written word HAS to remain central to writing and the experience of it: to feel the weight of the word like a round pebble heavy in the hand. Or awkward and sharp, deeply Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120782106813350531.post-86555915461596390202008-03-17T16:36:00.000+00:002008-03-17T16:36:00.000+00:00Hi Aidan,I was very pleased finding your new blog ...Hi Aidan,<BR/>I was very pleased finding your new blog today! I'm Bobbi, from Sweden.<BR/><BR/>This morning I finished reading <I>Dance on my grave</I> after staying up until late.<BR/>I have read it once before, when I was about 15 or 16, and now I'm 33. I remember liking it very much the first time around, but it made an even bigger impact on me this time. I even had to take breaks during Bobbihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01690989656064776974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120782106813350531.post-87244936774807329942008-03-17T13:58:00.000+00:002008-03-17T13:58:00.000+00:00What an interesting piece you wrote there. My fath...What an interesting piece you wrote there. My father never speaks without his hands. He waves them in the air, as if his words need the gestures too.<BR/>When I write, it is definitely with my eyes. I don't see words though, I see images. A film is playing in my head and my fingers are struggling to keep up with it. That's why I can never write on paper long. I simply have to get to my computer, Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com