ABOUT

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It is, by all accounts, difficult to know where to begin. One reads and peruses what is on offer on any given topic and finds, too often, there has been an oversight of sorts (or too little of it if we are to take its alternate meaning). And every now and then one encounters a writer who’s able to distinguish from what’s read something extraordinary — writing that is in and of itself a distinguished piece of literature.

Some people find this simple. It is simply their way. The way they work. The way of their literary nature. I am not one of them.

For me, the work is one of re-search and reading of a kind that spokes of weaving and whittling more so than illustrating or illuminating the past inclination to be understood. I’m more likely to quote great swathes than to scalpel citations and then masterfully re-con-figure what once was into new meaning.

I’m an archivist, of sorts. I seek to honour the source, to privilege the meanings presented, and to gather to me a vast depth of knowledge.