On ambiguity

Version II: I am not being coy. What I would like to do here is write about my journey, which at the moment coincides with the PhD, and speak about the challenges along the way, as well as my discoveries. I invite you to take what you will from these, and, if possible, find an echo in them.

Version I: The ambiguity found on this blog is not derived from a coyness that I wish to postulate. Instead, it indicates an openness towards the journey of learning that so many of us – dare I say “all” – are on, a willingness to embrace the uncertain delineations of meaning that words, writing and re-wording bring. This is not to adhere to the school of thought that entirely divorces the concept from the word (i.e. an absolute separation between the signifier and the signified), no, for otherwise what folly communication would be. Rather, it is to recognise the difficulties and challenges that belong to a framing of words, to the speaking of the self – and, such play!



Write your story, morning glory,
and burst forth to the day
For the one you tell shall be your knell
That lasts beyond the may.
For though tonight you weep your cause
To keep the secret true,
It won’t be long, my dear, be strong
When rue gives birth
To you.