An extract from the editorial for issue 32, due out November 2015, on the cosmic goddess I believe that the modern goddess image is not primarily a figure to be worshipped, but a symbol that embodies a vision of the entire cosmos that is deeply, desperately needed in this age. In turning our hearts toContinue reading “PROTASIS: The Cosmic Goddess”
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Urthona now has a Facebook page
You can now follow Urthona on Facebook. This page, which is the editor’s personal page, will contain short topical reflections about art, life and everything, as well as news of the magazine. Please note: the views expressed will be the editor’s personal views and not necessarily those of the magazine or its editorial team. ClickContinue reading “Urthona now has a Facebook page”
The imaginative stimulus of ignorance….
I have this alchemical symbol on my wall so I can see it when I meditate. I must admit this is more inspiring to me than most Buddha images would be. I have no idea what it means but that is part of the attraction. I am reminded of that old romantic idea that landscapesContinue reading “The imaginative stimulus of ignorance….”
Just posted new essay on Buddhism and the rebirth of a culture of beauty.
The face I had before the world was made: Why art, Buddhism and beauty go hand in hand – a major new essay which sets out the values behind Urthona journal of Buddhism and the Arts, a journey in the company of James Hillman, Sangharakshita and W. B. Yeats by Urthona editor, Ratnagarbha. The first book to be written from a Western perspective onContinue reading “Just posted new essay on Buddhism and the rebirth of a culture of beauty.”
What the Silence Meant – Poems and Music that Celebrate Stillness and Listening
Simon Millward looks at a new book of poems ‘in conversation’ with the late, great American poet William Stafford, and the music of Meg Hutchinson. Both of these artists show a strong feeling for silence and the value of listening… In the last issue of Urthona there was an article entitled ‘Hearing the wilderness listen’,Continue reading “What the Silence Meant – Poems and Music that Celebrate Stillness and Listening”
Discipleship – an idea worth ressurecting?
The dictionary says that a disciple is ‘the follower of the doctrines of a teacher or school of thought’. But this doesn’t really convey the experiential flavour of that ancient institution. In days gone by, when you took up a trade or a course of study in guild, church or university, you were apprenticed toContinue reading “Discipleship – an idea worth ressurecting?”
Cantos for a Post Modern age: Mark Tredinnick
Just posted to our literature pages: a review of Mark Tredinnick’s, Bluewren Cantos (Pitt Street Poetry) by Colin Pink Colin Pink says: “Tredinnick’s poetry combines the personal, the spiritual and the natural worlds into one intricate web of meaning. There’s a richness to his work that resonates from bringing these perspectives together. One might say,Continue reading “Cantos for a Post Modern age: Mark Tredinnick”
Geoffrey Hill: Broken Hierarchies (collected poems 1952-2012)
Any would-be reviewer of this large volume is in danger of falling into abashed silence. What can one say about the life’s work of the person who is without doubt England’s greatest living poet, the only authentic carrier of the torch lit by Pound and Eliot? I imagine that those who first held theContinue reading “Geoffrey Hill: Broken Hierarchies (collected poems 1952-2012)”
Editor’s Blog – thoughts on art, life and everything
In memory and celebration: Seamus Heaney Seamus Heaney died on August 30th this year at the age of 74 after a short illness – he had taken a fall outside a Dublin restaurant. Physically he had been weaker since a stroke in 2006, but his last collection Human Chain (2010) showed no dimmunition in hisContinue reading “Editor’s Blog – thoughts on art, life and everything”
Editor’s Blog – notes from an English village
A summer evening in Granchester There have been times when I well might have passed and the ending have come– Points in my path when the dark might have stolen on me, artless, unrueing… Thomas Hardy, ‘In Tenebris’ It is cooler now and the meadows have lost the smouldering Tuscan gleam they had lastContinue reading “Editor’s Blog – notes from an English village”
