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.
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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.
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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.