Training an animal, Pavlov-style, to do human-designed tricks is one thing, but to have it come, voluntarily, to music practice is quite another.
Frightened, I shook my head. “Of course you do,” he grinned, opening the sack.
These brief seasons occur throughout the year, the slight lull before the snowdrops; the stillness of midsummer when all growth is at its height.
Loving kindness, compassion, joy and equanimity – they might usefully be set as the guiding aspirations of any system of government.
From the Long Players series: writers on their most cherished albums.
Gabriel Cornelius von Max established a colony of monkeys at his house by Starnberger Lake.
I constantly fall by the wayside on walks, drawn to an insignificant rock plant growing in the cracks of a garden wall.
We have learned that a decade of higher study does not buy integrity.
From agriculture and art to our emotional and psychological weather.
A new poem by John Burnside.