January 2012
2 posts
This is magic.
sat in a suitcase
I escaped with months ago
I wished myself back.
December 2011
4 posts
Today I went to
the Hunterian to see
Jars of heads and hearts.
November 2011
5 posts
3 tags
What are you the best at?
I just read the article, ‘What can you do better than anyone else? ’ in Issue 6 of Oh Comely.
It was broken up into 4 lovely sub-articles/stories exploring their uncelebrated and underappreciated talents. They were all small, unusual, and, in the grand scheme of life, rather insignificant things, but these people embraced their very much unique and obsessive, if not completely...
26/11/11
When reading poetry, you have to vacate your own mind. You have to listen to the written words that throw sparks in your ears. When I say ‘have’, you have no choice. It’s like they start from your chest, and work their way outwards. Then up, then down. Down, down to your trodden soles. You have to listen.
Today's Thoughts
#1 - “Throw caution to the wind.” Step out and away from your footprints. Tread deeper, lighter. Stride further, wider. Jump.
#2 - Live for yourself. Enjoy lonely. Never will you have so much you time. Do not wait.
Covering Letter:
Hire me.
June 2011
1 post
May 2011
4 posts
Listen to the whole E.P, ‘These...
“The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the...”
– Albert Einstein
Taken from an interview with Devendra Banhart by Sylvia Patterson:
’ “The only real moment is now,” he adds. “Pay attention to your breathing. We’re not on automatic. The chords all exist. The words all exist. The colours all exist. We’re just choosing. So remember that you’re so lucky. To be in the driver’s seat.” Suddenly, his hat slides...
April 2011
2 posts
I also dreamt up my ideal boyfriend. He had dark hair, wore a hat, wasn’t too tall, was an imaginary member of the Maccabees and loitered in car parks.
Last night I dreamt up a new species of cauliflower. It looked more like an underwater cabbage made of porcelain than a cauliflower. The supermarket owners (in my dream) put it in their Kids Kingdom section because, ‘Americans love this kinda shit.’
March 2011
5 posts
I’m in the process of reading ‘Life of Pi’ by Yann Martel. One of the significant motifs in it is religion. Now, I’m not religious myself and I’d classify myself as agnostic. I’m 64 pages in, and Martel’s already racking my beliefs…
‘I can well imagine an atheist’s last words: “White, white! L-L-Love! My God!” - and the...
“If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination...”
– Yann Martel (Life of Pi)
Listen
An extract of ‘Happiness is for X-Factor Winners and Tax Exiles’ by Victoria Beale, taken from ‘Oh Comely’ magazine.
‘Constructing a life around top ten lists of things to do, books to write, people to marry is a blood pressure-trashing existence. But deciding you’ve done enough for one lifetime is the equivalent of nailing yourself into the coffin early with a...
I never know what to do when a colleague talks to me whilst they’re on the toilet. I’m not sure how I feel about it.
February 2011
11 posts
The voice of the singer from the Manic Street Preachers reminds me of the bad side of the nineties.
My friend asked me to write about who inspires me in 50 words, for a uni project she’s doing. I got slightly carried away…
There are certain people that inspire you to pursue your loves and passions. Friends, family, lovers, artists, writers, musicians. You can pin point the event when you decided, ‘that’s what I want to do, that is where I want to go.’ You will remember them when...
love awkwardly messaging people on facebook. I wanna write, ‘I feel really weird and awkward and creepy messaging you, but I’m not weird or creepy. Although, saying that makes me sound weird and creepy… but I’m not.’
It’s one big cloudy, floundering situation.
the only good time to apply nail varnish is when you’re watching tv. But, even then it’s not that good. You miss what you’re watching on the tv because you’re looking at your nails and you end up wiping it all over your top anyway.
I like surprises. Surprises are good. But, knowing half the surprise is like having an itch in the center of your back. You know it’ll feel so good to scratch it, if only it wasn’t in the middle of your fucking back.
The surprise might aswell be bloody eczema.
BBC1 must think that if you get up before 7 to go to work your life must be depressing, because they cover the most grim and boring stories.
But, if you get up after 8 your life is fabulous because all the stories are about animals getting married and children crossing roads without getting run over.
I really don’t like it when boy bands co-ordinate what they’re wearing. It invariably involves black waistcoats.
I’m really not a fan of black waistcoats.
Haven’t worn a bra all day. Feel like a feminist.
10.02.11
You used my pots and pans to boil a bond that you timed so cleverly.
You scorched black marks on my baking trays, unable to gauge the heat perfectly.
My tea was good, you said.
You have too many sugars, you said.
I drank up every last drop, licked every cavity coaxing granule.
You slurped only three-quarters of your cup. The rest congealed, fermented, amongst your laziness that moulded to your...
'Won't You Come Out Tonight?' by Anis Mojgani
At the top of the hill is a small but very tall house.
The boys in town go there
to try and knock out the highest windows.
They do this to impress the girls they drag up there with them.
The girls smile and whisper
while the boys pretend to fight.
The boys believe the louder their body is the brighter their hearts will look
-they push each other and jump into the air.
They make fists. They...
smouldering glances,
generic tension music
and
allocated sofas.
January 2011
14 posts
There once was a girl with a fuzzy perm, who occasionally washed her hands, mindlessly, for a good 15 minutes at a time.
An interesting article and interview with Laura... →
‘equivicating’ in its most apt sense.
“She went off with him. I lost the plot for a while then. And I lost the subplot,...”
– “High Fidelity”, Nick Horby
To the Weary
Bruised yellow and mauve, the colours of glued sunshine stuck to this saturated autumn, you haul your skin over the worn sinews of your flesh, wrap it around your buckled knees, smooth it over your swollen elbows.
Five, six, seven layers of crumpled paper you smooth over your cardboard bones. Used and useless, you caress the scars you call home. You scored your feet following a liar, loaned your...
The Royal Hospital Chelsea, where I work, has it’s very own semi-annual In-House magazine, The Tricorne. I was lucky enough to edit the entire thing aswell as writing an article. After slaving over it for all of Decemeber, the first print has finally come back! Haven’t been so satisfied and proud since I dropped out of Uni.
‘Scire, Velle, Audere, Tacere - Know, will, dare, keep silent.’
Fantastic novel about dreaming, remembering, forgetting, life, death and never dying.
1 tag
Really blown away by what you wrote. That was...
Ah Thank you! Need to get back into the habit of writing and finishing larger pieces of writing like that! I must say, the way you articulate your thoughts on your blog is lovely, it’s something I am yet to master.
Ask me anything
In reading an old issue (No 79) of Adbusters, that my brother brought back from Canada a couple of years ago, I came across an article about the Hipster generation by Douglas Haddow. After typing out an extract onto this blogging site, a compenent of the said culture under interrogation, I caught myself and laughed. Nevertheless, I found that this encapsulated the genre that has swallowed our...
Seem to be living
my life in haiku form, so
I shall speak no more.
In the shower.
I am wasting time
with this haiku, my fingers
are all crinkled red.
December 2010
8 posts
Why wait until the New Year to make promises and make fresh starts? Use what you’ve learnt from yesterday to grow. Thank your regrets for making you who you are today. Look back and lovingly remember. But, more importantly live for this moment, right now.
Regardless, I’ll drink to tonight, I’ll dance for yesterday like I will for every tomorrow that I make the most of....
