My friend Gerry Loose describes himself as “a slow-moving nomad.” He is a trained ecologist, and a Zen Buddhist who has also practiced Tibetan Buddhism, and, for three decades now, one of Scotland’s most admired poets. His latest book, The Unfinished Hut, is his first book of prose rather than poetry — but the prose is also poetry. Somewhere between Matsuo Basho’s Oku no hosomichi and Kamo no Chomei’s Hojoki, it is a journal of hermitage, friendship, death, deep ecology and contemplative practice. Covering 20 years, it is 65 pages long, with plenty of white space, but it is not a small book, and may be his best so far.
Today is publication day for the French translation of my book on Zen practice, Kill Your Self, published by Pocket as La Vie Apres L'Ego. A deep bow of thanks to Mikael Demets, Charlotte Lefevre, Elise Boulay and Ghizlaine Guevel.