Talking About Not Talking

Posted by on Aug 9, 2016 in Observations, Words
Talking About Not Talking

Tim Gallwey, Inner Game of Tennis Tim, and I speak often. And for hours and hours. Barbara, Tim’s partner, often ends up having to forcibly separate him from the phone in order to fulfill some prior engagement. She’s great. A while ago, we clocked up a three conversation about not talking. Odd. The irony of it all …

Broken and Seemingly Alone

Posted by on Jul 29, 2016 in Images, Words

Last week I caught sight of this tree, broken and seemingly alone. That is until I attended a lecture on the latest research observing that trees are connected and act on behalf of each other when in need. Perhaps most fragments in this natural world have such capacity. You and me included …

The Most Liberating of Dream Boards

Posted by on Mar 20, 2016 in News, Words

A while back, my drifting imagination fought into the long hours of a particular night before it came up with this liberating dream board …

Significant Work and Hidden Brands

Posted by on Mar 3, 2016 in Observations, Organizations, Words

It’s easy for us to deem significant work as that involved in the actions that contribute to the alleviation of suffering, or to the obvious development of the human lot. To ‘saving the world’.
But in holding to such a view we might miss the significance of an extraordinary workplace …

It Still Shines into the World Through Her Bright Blue Eyes

Posted by on Feb 25, 2016 in News, Words

Here was one such message I received within a few hours of posting Charlie’s haunting photograph …

The Premise of It All

Posted by on Jan 10, 2016 in Words

‘I imagine that the causes of much of what happens in our lives lie far deeper than we imagine. It’s just that we seldom look far enough beneath the surface.’

This is the very premise of my work in the world.

Can Albert Come Out to Play?

Posted by on Dec 13, 2015 in Words

He knocked on the back door. Three times. As he always had. Heavily worn trouser knees. Spectacles sat at the end of an elderly nose. And eighty two well-used years under his belt.

‘Can Albert come out to play?’ …

The Edges of the Sky

Posted by on Dec 5, 2015 in Poetry, Words

For if you don’t,
you may as well
round your
shoulders
and shuffle lifelessly
towards a cold
unwelcoming grave …

Leaders and the Responsibility of Inner Condition

Posted by on Dec 2, 2015 in Films, Organizations, Soul of Business, Words
Leaders and the Responsibility of Inner Condition

Might the inner condition of a leader show up in those around them?

A three minute contemplative film in black and white.

He Wandered the Woods, Dirty and Ragged

Posted by on Nov 20, 2015 in Viewer Words, Words

I received these words from a viewer who had just seen Mark’s Film.

I had a neighbor and friend, named Andy, who used to find his way into my house, sit in the rocking chair in my bedroom, and wait for me to come home. I would find bouquets of weeds on the hood of my car. He would be watching me for days, standing so still I wouldn’t know he was there …

A Note to the Literal

Posted by on Oct 29, 2015 in Words

A few words for those who lean towards the literal. I am a poet, a film maker and an all-round disruptive influence. Much of what I say is metaphorical. Perhaps half. It’s just that you might not always know which half. It is for good reason …

Mr. Askew you’re a disruptive influence

Posted by on Jul 31, 2015 in Behind the Film, Interviews, Words

I answered the telephone mid afternoon. The caller stated these words clear as day, and as loud as the night is quiet.

‘… Mr. Askew you are a disruptive influence.’

‘Are you sure?’, I replied.

A Foolhardy Desire

Posted by on Jan 23, 2015 in Words

I imagine each life to have a point. Hidden. Deeply personal. To be uncovered along an odyssey of uncontrollable experiences. And so I’d imagine it foolhardy to look at the circumstance of the life of another, and believe that your own requires the same.

Imponderable Vast Question

Posted by on Jan 22, 2015 in Words

Sent to a friend heading off into the middle of somewhere terribly remote, ‘… have a magnificent adventure, and do ask that imponderable vast question to which I imagine the wilderness has always held the answer,’ …

Above and Below Average

Posted by on Jan 21, 2015 in Words

“Every day make the decision to do the right thing that will set you apart from being average.”

I saw this quote today and was struck by the dangers of seeing this world through a comparative lens …

Surrounded in the Key of B Flat

Posted by on Oct 12, 2014 in Poetry, Words

Running like a fool.
In a circle.
The same circle.
Looking different,
but actually
the same.

Oh shit …

The Leader Who Might Be a Fool

Posted by on Sep 23, 2014 in Soul of Business, Words

If you knew that the answers to the transformation of your organization lay somewhere inside, somewhere more profound than you first thought, then why on earth would you continue to tinker so unremittingly with systems, processes and external schemes?

Wouldn’t that show you to be a fool. Or simply scared of what might come.

What was Picasso Really Like?

Posted by on Sep 20, 2014 in Words

Might much of recorded history be a sequence of events offering little sense of the inner experience of those who have helped shape the world …

Seth Godin’s Curiosity in the Collection

Posted by on Sep 14, 2014 in Films, Words
Seth Godin’s Curiosity in the Collection

‘… a fundamentalist is a person who considers whether a fact is acceptable to their faith before they explore it.’ A four minute film on the nature of curiosity starring the ever curious Seth Godin.

I Usually Weep

Posted by on Aug 26, 2014 in Viewer Words, Words

Viewer comment … ‘Bahahahahaha laughed out loud at this one, whereas I usually weep during your movies.’

As if the Dream were the Chooser

Posted by on Aug 23, 2014 in Behind the Film, Words

It occurs to me that I haven’t chosen an easy life. Soul Biographies is entirely without prior direction. Might the dream have been the chooser …

When My Kids are Old Enough

Posted by on Aug 15, 2014 in Words

I receive many emails and letters about the films. Many are long, vulnerable and profound. This morning I received an email that wasn’t long, vulnerable or seemingly profound. But the last line was profound to me …

Run

Posted by on Apr 8, 2014 in Poetry, Words

Run. Headlong towards
a life of importance.

Towards the person
worthy of a place
in this seemingly
conditional world.

Run until you can
hide no more.

Run until the pain
becomes unbearable …

If I had lived Four Centuries Past

Posted by on Apr 5, 2014 in Words
If I had lived Four Centuries Past

If I had lived four Centuries past, I’d imagine myself to have been a portrait painter. Setting out to catch the human predicament in the medium of that age. But I find myself here, and now. And the subtlety of our human condition would seem to lend itself well to the medium of this age …

The This and That of Dreams

Posted by on Mar 24, 2014 in Poetry, Words

Her dreams said this, but her actions said that.