Read At the Edge of Ireland Online
Authors: David Yeadon
“Did Sufism lead to any changes in your art?” Ever since John had mentioned his sudden conversion, I'd sensed he'd wanted to tell me more.
“Oh boy, yesâalthough it's hard to be specific. In fact, it's difficult, actually, to recall what I was like before I became Sufi. But I'm very much involved in their worldâtheir explanation of our mutual integration in a web, a vast web of connections. If I suffer from anything now, it's me as a Muslim in a non-Muslim world. I'm particularly skeptical, as you may have gathered, of paternal institutions like the World Bank, the IMF, and the mindless damage they do and the corruption and horror stories they generate. I'm also very skeptical of âNew Age Business' in general. It can be so insular and greedy. It needs to be âcleansed.' [Ironically his words were highly predictive of the financial calamities that arose round the world a year or so later!] Proponents of it should celebrate the month of Ramadan insteadâyou lose some of that glib civilized veneer, and by your daily fasting, you learnâyou're remindedâwhat it's like to be poor every day of the year. When you remove the prestige of food and drink, you become much more humble and vulnerable. You also begin to recognize that
you
don't really exist, and neither do I. It's a long explanationâ¦but, well, on the Night of Power toward the end of Ramadanâfor those who are open to itâyour identity becomes like a wave of light, and you hardly exist at all. It's as though the heavens open and Allah sends down his messengers and his knowledge.”
It would be impossible to recollect all the meanderings and abrupt direction-shifts of our long and wide-ranging conversation. Fortunately, however, my loyal little tape recorder whirled and whirred away in my pocket, and I picked up a remarkable range of Kingerleeisms over the course of our first two-hour meeting. I include a random selection:
As with Tim and Leanne, I left John Kingerlee much later than I intended. It had been a remarkable few hours. At times I felt we had skirted the edges of malicious minefields and the possibility of actual physical confrontation over economic and social issues. But then there were moments of great warmth, and the whole experience ended almost blissfully. It reminded me of a paraphrase quote of Kurt Vonnegut'sâ“There's only one rule I know of here on earthâGoddamn it, we've just got to be kind to one another.”
John was even gracious about one of my earlier booksâ
Seasons on Harris
. I brought a copy to show him what I hoped to produce on Beara. He studied the book and its illustrations very intently, and I was preparing myself for another of his verbal assaults. But instead he looked at me, smiled a truly genuine smile, and said, “David, I'm envious. I couldn't do what you've done here. The artwork is particularly beautiful.”