I've been thinking a lot recently about how we tell stories. I enjoy writing, and it is obvious to me that the invention of the written word, and more specifically the invention of the printing press and mass media, has ...Read More
Locked In I was born aged thirty-three to a car crash in a town called Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. They always begin their books like that, with some notorious event, the nucleus of an explosion of cause and effect; the ...Read More
Your love is like a withered flower: It once held beauty, nature's own, But now that love has lost its power, The flower that before had grown With such strength grows no more; Alone I wait for comfort, but in vain - The seeds of hatred ...Read More
Just stumbled across this on t'internet: Six-Word Memoir book preview from SMITHmag on Vimeo. One of the most inspiring things I've seen for a while. My offering is the title of this post. I thought it was quite good! My other idea ...Read More
I sit and wait. I know that she will come. Late, as always, but she will come. As always. And even with this certainty, the waiting always makes me nervous. Will this be the time, the first and last, that ...Read More
I recently rediscovered the Moleskine notebook I used briefly in Mexico and later with a few poems and bits of writing in it. I'm going to put them on here, as and when I can be bothered to type them ...Read More
Charlie and I just had our second meeting with the wardens, which was exactly how the first one should have gone. They invited us to take a seat and have a reasonable, adult conversation about the article, and the second ...Read More
When I tell you I write You cluck and you coo How sweet, how cute, Really, fuck you. I don't write for you I write only for me; I write because I want to, Because it makes me feel free. I choose to express myself In rhythm and verse. I ...Read More
Today I was informed that the Wardens at my hall wanted to see me and a friend Charlie about something that we had proposed to publish in the Halls' news-sheet. OK, I thought, we go to the meeting, have a ...Read More
"Who is speaking thus?" (Roland Barthes, 'The Death of the Author') Write an essay on narrative voice in prose literary texts that seeks to answer Barthes's question, while examining the ramifications of it. Related posts:Mrs. Dalloway Subversion / Reversion: The deconstruction and reconstruction ...Read More
