Friday, 29 January 2021

The Seven Jestures: how to gain your Fool's Charter

 



Further to friend Wamba from Ivanhoe, the clown, the Fool and the jester have had a chequered history in art and literature. In the days when monarchs actually ruled, the court jester played - literally - a significant role in the decision making of his overlord. The jester dressed traditionally in bright colours. He had at his command a store of rhymed wit and the ability to perform. Through singing, dancing and clowning around, he knocked upon the modes of thought of his 'superiors'. He had the ability to lighten any occasion with a chance remark, pave the way towards solving thorny problems and blow old ways of thinking out of the box. From that point of view, who would not be a jester? I say that we are all jesters - and ready to receive the following "jestures".

First, don't forget your jester's hat. I mean this quite literally. What you carry on top of your head has a profound effect on the way that people see you. It is not for nothing that the judge wears a wig, the don wears a mortarboard and the official wears a peaked hat.

Second, wear rose-coloured, jester spectacles. When faced with a problem, remember the old adage "Two men looked out through prison bars. One saw mud, the other saw stars." If you have a fridge busting with food, throw a party, coffee-morning, beer-bash, whatever. Dub it a business-networking event - and you never know who might turn up.

Third, turn your jester's coat routinely. In other words, don't be afraid to switch your point of view, either literally or metaphorically. If you get into a disagreement, try to see what really happened. Maybe you were lazy, indifferent or under-performing in some other way, on the project.

Fourth: always carry your marotte, the baton or stick with the carved effigy of the jester speared on the end. The origin of the marotte is uncertain, but historians believed that it lampooned the Emperor's sceptre, the magician's wand, and so on. Your marotte can be a mascot, calling card or business card. Use whatever works for you, and make it memorable.

Fifth, remember the power of words. Words are the ultimate weapon, and it is not for nothing that 'word' is just one letter short of 'sword'. Always have a good dictionary within reach. Learn a new word every day, and use it. Join a poetry class. Identify a playwright and plough through his or her entire output. It is time-consuming but possible - mine is Shakespeare. Record and learn quotes and anecdotes. Your erudition will wow everyone.

Sixth, be aware of timing. Know when to speak and when to stay silent. A funeral is not a good place to crack a joke about the deceased. You do not plonk a cream gateau in front of a friend who is earnestly trying to lose weight.

Finally, learn a sense of humour. The true Fool knows the difference between humour, and bigotry and ignorance. Above all, learn to laugh at yourself. So, with your jester's coat, glasses and cap, your marotte and extraordinary command of words, your impeccable sense of timing and sophisticated sense of humour, you are ready to receive the Fool's Charter. I leave the final words to William Shakespeare's Fool, the fictional jester from King Lear: "Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest....

Saturday, 16 January 2021

Soft shoe shuffle.....

 


Like the majority of people, I wish this pandemic was not happening. I wish that life would revert to a type of normal, at least. Like Priya Elan, fashion editor of the Guardian, I am fishing for fragments of treasure amongst the ruins. Mr Elan asserts that one good effect of not having to dash about office corridors all day is the re-discovery and recovery of those most basic of elements to human well-being, namely, our two feet. Recovery from corns and calluses, aches and pains. He goes on to extol the virtue of the Big Softies, such as Uggs, Birkenstocks, Crocs.....and I want to add my voice to his in the form of my box-fresh Ecco shoes (pictured), made of Nubuck, flexible, sturdy, insoled and bespeaking quality in that way that Ecco always does. Retailing at £90 and available in red, black, white....and you can order a pair by post....what's not to love? Happy New Year everyone.....

https://www.theguardian.com/fashion/2021/jan/15/how-to-wear-ugly-shoes




Tuesday, 5 January 2021

Ivanhoe and I......

 



Oh, what a miserable winter! What terrible chaos that this horrible virus has thrown our world into. All we survivors can do is behave with decorum and responsibility until it is over. Like many people, I am taking the opportunity to catch up on books that I have never before ventured into, you know, those volumes that you thought you had read because you had caught a passing movie or television series – or you had heard a few instances of discussed by friends somewhere, sometime. Thus it was with Ivanhoe and I, Sir Walter Scott’s glorious medieval romance cum political thriller, imbued with real historical characters such as King John, and the mythical Robin Hood. Now, our relationship is burgeoning. Filled with dashing knights and comely maidens, jousting and espionage staged across forest, field and mountain, inside stately banqueting hall and humble cottage - what's not to love? And the drama cuts a swathe through society, from grand Saxon and Norman lords to Gurth, the humble swineherd and, in finest medieval tradition, Wamba the jester. With its swashbuckling action and colourful romance, this deck of cards cum chessboard saga is the ideal read for these long, dark nights and storm-tossed days - and I haven’t even finished it yet. Avaunt to Amazon, right away….

Sunday, 3 January 2021

The year ahead...

                                                         

                                                      


                                                         By frost and sleet, and ice and snow

The month of January we know.

In February the days grow longer

The year is young and ever stronger.

March is dressed in palest green

While round the house, the winds do keen.

The month of April brings forth flowers

That drink a-plenty rain from showers.

By May’s brave month the battle’s won

Winter over and summer begun.

Roses bloom in hot, bright June

By day the sun, by night the moon.

July and it grows hotter still

The countryside, the stream, the mill. 

In August is the harvest there

The sheaf of wheat in field, at fair. 

September is a month of mellow

Of apples red and pears so yellow. 

October and the leaves are falling

With bonfires crackling, winter calling.

November is a month of gloom

As shorter, darker days do loom. 

But December will be ever jolly

With the Christ Child’s birth, and gifts, and holly.


Wednesday, 9 December 2020

Dreams: Exploring Uncharted Depths of Consciousness

 


In my
latest book. Dreams: Exploring Uncharted Depths of Consciousness, (Mandrake of Oxford, 
978-1-906958-98-5), I chart how dreams and dreaming provide a medium with which to connect with the universe of wider consciousness. The information gained through collecting and interpreting dreams provides the dreamer with greater self knowledge in preparation for life’s inevitable and unexpected events. I developed the text through continually asking the question: where does creativity come from? What makes one person able to write, paint or compose music or at least, become a very creative entrepreneur, while other persons write themselves off as unimaginative?

Throughout my research, I encountered the works of other writers, most notably Bruno Bettelheim’s The Uses of Enchantment: The Meaning and Importance of Fairy Tales (Penguin: London, 1991). What struck me most was the close connection between the archetypal imagery that appears in dreams and the stock characters that appear in fairy tales, giants, princesses and so on. In its present form, I see the book as a self-help manual, aimed at everyone who desires a more prosperous, meaningful and happier life. All the reader needs to do is what every healthy person does every night of their lives – sleep - and record whatever dream material received upon waking. Ultimately, my book is about being human, about getting and staying in touch with the more subtle aspects of one’s personal qualities. I do hope the reader gains much by engaging with it.

https://mandrake.uk.net/mary-phelan/

Dreams: Exploring Uncharted Depths of Consciousness, available from Amazon. 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/s?k=9781906958985&i=stripbooks&ref=nb_sb_noss


Friday, 23 October 2020

The Secret Garden

 


The
Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett has never been my favourite fable. I could never understand why two children living in one house were kept apart. Possibly, they might have exerted undue influence upon one another. Or why said children were forbidden to enter the walled-about, cultivated patch outside of the house. Somebody, it seems, took ill and died there. Yes, but surely….etc.? Half a century on from my first reading of the book, I can see clearly what Ms Hodgson Burnett has done, that is, taken a number of standard storytelling elements and jigged them into a heady, Gothic-lite parable on the healing power of nature.

Take one, orphaned young heroine – tick – remove her to remote big house – tick – headed by distant, choleric Uncle – tick – and run by Mrs Medlock, a taciturn Mrs Fairfax cum Mrs Grose-type housekeeper – tick – and add mysterious voice crying in the night – tick, tick, tick – and seal off a patch of nearby real estate from humanity – tick – and the author could not fail to create a bestseller. But maybe I am being cruel? Ms Hodgson Burnett’s master stroke is no doubt the creation of Dickon, relative of housemaid Martha and gardener’s boy, a curious cross between a nature spirit and a horticultural wizard. Dickon becomes Mary’s best friend and the author hints, her lover.

That Mary’s inamorato is Dickon and not her finely-bred cousin Colin could be the result of Ms Hodgson Burnett’s early 20th-century burgeoning social awareness? Or maybe the Victorian mania for marrying first cousins had grown thin? Or maybe, by 1911, no one could imagine the level-headed Mary falling for a spoilt upper-class twit, no matter how much he heals, in the course of the narrative. Getting the kid from his bath chair to the begonia borders is one matter, but holy matrimony – nah! The action of the latest film version of The Secret Garden (Marc Munden, 2020) has been pitched forward to 1947. Fine. But the garden has been transformed from a clutch of honest vegetable patches and sweet-pea canes to a CGI-generated, fantasy forest – not so good for a fable grounded in realism. Whatever, it’s half-term, so enjoy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gHNOXDiD9Vk

Sunday, 4 October 2020

White (company) Magic

 


I have written about the White Company before and I do so again, with gusto. In summary, I just cannot get over the sheer civilization of that brand, the order of its stores and concessions, the quality of its merchandise, the harmony of the tones and graceful lines of its bedding accessories
and clothing. The White Company goods are not all white, of course, but occupy every shade on the monochrome register, from purest daylight to the grey of charcoal, twilight, and darkest night. And beige and champagne and mushroom, to the tones of darker earth. Indeed, stepping into a White Company store or concession is rather like, I imagine, being on the set of one of those glamorous, glorious 1930’s Hollywood movies, with Fred or Ginger about to begin tap-tapping about one of the bedroom showcases – white tie and tails, indeed! But it is the White Company CEOs who should take a bow, being ever at the helm of a brand that recognizes the need for calm in this ever-frenetic world. The WhiteCompany brand caters to the human appetite for harmonious surroundings, and comfortable yet stylish night attire and leisure wear as a relaxing downtime foil to the multi-coloured cacophony of the daytime world. On that note, I finish – but I have no doubt that I will return to this subject.