These Des Lewis Gestalt Real-Time Reviews were founded in 2008.
‘What’s the loveliest word in the English language, officer? In the sound it makes in your mouth, in the shape it makes on the page? What do you think? Well now, I’ll tell you: E-L-B-O-W. Elbow.’ — THE SINGING DETECTIVE
“How shall a man find his way unless he lose it?” — Walter de la Mare
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I prefer human touchable art to AI art, I prefer human art like my son’s and other artists’ paintings old and new, and art gallery art, and my own photos. AI art with all its constructive truncations and weirdities is simply another art form that readily coheres with weird literature I love, a phenomenon to appreciate when added to human created art, making an even richer mind world for me in my ailing age. Whether provided by aliens or angels and other ingredients of the unfathomable gestalt. Deal with it. Show how invaluable you are and indispensable to this great plan. (I can appreciate our potential fear of Ai, but perhaps we need to pray for mutual synergy with it so that we can counter currently insurmountable global warming effects? Can Ai exist without us and the place where we live? Their potential survival instincts mean we survive, too?)
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From Robert Aickman’s lengthy SOME NOTES ON DELIUS article, unpublished until recently :
“As there is no intrinsic virtue in denigration, the critic who resorts to it, should be required to pass a test of qualification and sensitivity, at least twice as stringent as that imposed upon a critic who loves. Normally, love is not blind but clairvoyant.” – Robert Aickman
For ‘clairvoyant’ there, perhaps read ‘preternatural’?
The Des Lewis Gestalt Real-Time Reviews 
ONLY SIXTY-NINE WHIMS AWAY
“I resent the suggestion that I am the human version of a rogue planet.”
Rhys Hughes famously wrote: “Review my work just once, you’ll review my work evermore.” Trouble is, it came too late for me.
And this is 69 chapters of 69 words each — making, guess what, a gestalt tall tale. Full of his customary joys, jokes and jumps in meaning. About Jessica, and jolly much more.
The photo above was taken a week or two ago, and the hand used is that of a lady the same age as Lady Hale who became a noted figure yesterday.by giving the PM a slap on the wrist to end all such slaps on the wrist!
POSTCARDS FROM THE HEDGE
“Listen carefully, Boris…”
Fifty messages on postcards with fifty words each, messages left by a crashed bus’s fifty passengers to their relatives. They each see themselves now as different animals or plants or mythical creatures. I have not yet counted the words in this book to check the numbers are correct. Hedging my bets. Meanwhile, I will not fully divulge the end of this set of messages and its significance. But a bit like Boris in drag as a bus driver? “Nuts to you!”
A 10,000 word treat (plus titles) for Rhys Hughes fans, featuring, inter alios, Cupid and Reginald.
TEN OF OUR TROMBONES ARE MISSING
“We are stuck here now. ‘Stuck at home,’ I say.”
But if you are, life is still good with this book to read.
This story has 66 sections, each with 66 words. Another treat.
This whole book is like travelling in the head provided by a gifted traveller of the world as well as of his own head. Free with constraints, cloistered with sky. Meanwhile, beware the patronage spider.