The Flowering Hedgerow – Quentin S. Crisp

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Snuggly Books 2020

My previous reviews of this author: https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/quentin-s-crisp/ and this publisher: https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/tag/snuggly-books/

When I read this book, my thoughts will appear in the comment stream below…

11 thoughts on “The Flowering Hedgerow – Quentin S. Crisp

  1. A nature diary (?) that starts on Candlemass a few months before ‘Brexit’ and ‘Trump’ became branches upon our lives together…

    2 February 2016

    “They also gave a sense of depth and accumulation—branches upon branches upon branches.”

    Such depth and accumulation that hold arteries within my own mind and body search for a perhaps impossible gestalt…
    Meanwhile, this entry’s initial word-fragrant quest to define a breeze of Spring is certainly a leap of fate for me.
    Bowie had only just died, by the way.
    Paving a way … but whither that way?

  2. 6th February 2016

    I often discover my own ‘cabin in the woods’ in the texts I tease towards an eventual holy holism. Some of these discoveries are quieter than others, but all handled hopefully with humility.

  3. 9.2.16 to 22.2.16

    Charming observations of a personal life’s details as well as of passing natural minutiae. Sigh, I wish I could share in that feeling of “sweet emptiness.” It’s a different world today since February 2016. A new noumenon.

  4. 1.3.16

    An entry on time, its deceptive propeller’s spinning, a nonagenarian on the eve of his death. I just felt the same chill even as a septuagenarian. The loneliness from which we cannot escape, even if we want to do so.

  5. 2.3.16

    “But cancer is part of nature, too. If I had cancer and were dying, why shouldn’t I wander in the landscape of my cancer as if it were the Lake District.” 

    You’d need a sidewise District line to get inside your own body, I guess.

  6. 15 & 19 March 2016

    “We take it for granted, as if the world has always been this way.”

    Two evocative examples here – the smell outside, while walking, of new hot cross buns when distanced from houses, and the surprise of retained heat in a switched off domestic heating system.
    Somehow, there are more truths available when disarming oneself of them, I guess.

  7. Up to page 50, end of 1.4.16.

    “So I see God everywhere in such daily things, though some see God nowhere.”

    I see God’s work as He channels Himself through the literature that He chooses for my gestalt real-time reviewing, thus ironically including this very book whereby I now make this confession. I have read a lot more than usual of this book today, as if entranced somehow or hypnotised by overhearing those youths on a train and later meeting Q’s father in Swansea Car Park. I wonder whether he is about my age and whether I am overdue my own stroke? I feel that I know Bee-chan although I have never met her. I have hardly met Q, come to think of it. Although his work – like this book – has a naive but sophisticated meticulousness that calms me down. Changes the configuration of the brain inside the head….