I am an almost non-blogger. I’m not sure it gets us anywhere. I’m not a photographer. Here’s this, though. It doesn’t have more weight because I only rarely put a blog out there.

I read this last night.

“…
So I must say it quickly:
Whoever is in your life,
those who harm you,
those who help you;
those whom you know
and those whom you do not know –
let them off the hook,
help them off the hook.
Recognize the hook.
You are listening to Radio Resistance.”

They are the last lines of S.O.S. 1995 by Leonard Cohen. You can find the whole poem in Book of Longing.

I took photographs of the hooks in my home. I thought maybe doing that would be to think usefully about what Leonard Cohen wrote there. I’d say that mostly I got caught up in the thrill of the chase in my hunt for hooks.

curtain hook

really bad at hanging pictures – the hook shows

stove

no longer wear these

get given something, it goes somewhere

we dry our things on clotheshangers over the doors. They’ve made grooves in the doors and chipped the paint on the door frames

a wedding gift

kilner jar

brilliant, from the diy shop – for stopping the door

picture is now 2 ft to the left

he used to have a loop of red thread in his head when he was a pram ted – there’s a tiny red mark still. His nose smells good.

brass hare’s head knob – hasn’t been fixed in its place yet