At first we just look. dense matting of human figures piled up motor vehicles abstracted body parts scattered words on a barbed wire fence the sweat of my bones breaking out of my ribs my head a maze of jumbled trash tangled misused distorted Then I know we have to … Continue reading Border : Crossing
How many frames in a five-second film? Forty-five in 1894: that’s nine frames per second. Each moment captured one-ninth of a second’s presence and the sneeze from beginning to end lasted five seconds. In the film, I see the sneeze sneezing before my very eyes. A phantasmagoria – this ghost from the past: a man long dead who lives on in his eternal sneeze.
Seven years this story has lived in her bones. Daily, almost hourly Sappho has rehearsed, repeated, remembered. Is it true? At the carnival, her mime act is just another sideshow – a silent symphony amidst a cacophonous assault upon the soul. Painted masks, goblin faces; leering eyes and lolling tongues. Pressing in on her, they drink her, hungry for the sense of her. Then spit her out, impossible to swallow.
Exploring the Transcendent as the Impulse to Create Fiction through Freud’s Figures of Repression, Repetition and Return, with reference to Virginia Woolf’s An Unwritten Novel, and including my own creative response, Rehearsal
Wrapped in music, eyes closed then wide open, Mi casts shapes and shadows on the walls of the barn. She’s immersed in herself and this moment; the moon above and the circle of revellers; she’s never felt so alive, so real and so free. The changing beats and pulsing rhythms move her muscles, blood and bones from deep within. She’s open, swirling, reaching for the stars, then crouching, curling, stalking on all fours. So alive. She feels her heart and soul beating, breathing, being.
Figured through the metaphor of Ernst Bloch’s Gothic lines, Woolf’s explorations of the utopian possibilities of language, consciousness, community, society, space and time resonate with the powerful undercurrent of negative dialectics and the possibility of becoming. Bloch, in his essay on the utopian function of architectural structures, provides a compelling and energetic metaphor for the study of the utopian dynamics at play within the literary text. Through the metaphors of stone and line it is possible to explore the ways in which utopian desire inhabits and drives a text structurally and stylistically.
She’s nothin’ like they say she is, you know. Green-haired, frog-faced, sucker-fingered creature, with the tail of a six-foot eel. I mean, most people don’t even realise she’s a woman. But I’ve seen ‘er, so I know.
I've been writing this blog since 2012 with occasional flurries of activity. I'm blessed to have built up a small following of over 170 followers and I know there are a few people who regularly read my posts, particularly the poetry. I'm really thankful to those of you who stop by to read and like … Continue reading Who, What, Why – Blogging in 2016
We are pushed into a small tunnel which opens out into a dimly-lit chamber. The rough granite walls loom and flicker in the rushlight from the sconces; several pairs of eyes watch from huddled corners in the dark. Then a large stone boulder is rolled across the entranceway with a scraping thud, and we're closed … Continue reading Shadowlands
Reflections on letter-writing and the continuity of the self for this term's Voices From The Archives course on my MA. It's given me some ideas about fragmentation, which I may work up into a longer piece for workshopping later. She sits alone at her desk to write a letter, pen in hand and beautifully designed … Continue reading Letters – #MACreativeCritic