The present moment, a mess of interpretation a puzzle strewn across my minds eye. Leaves scattered across an old picnic blanket left behind after the long summer day. The night winds blow cold now through the eaves and echoes of laughter and screams of delight idle away like wet foot prints across a…… Continue reading Movement (poem)
It’s something of a contradiction, I feel, to state that writing be just a self indulgence. A friend of mine, and a friend whose opinion means a lot to me because she has a quite brilliant mind, suggested this; she stated that writing is a self-indulgence which allows the writer to spend inordinate amounts of…… Continue reading How much is writing a self indulgence?
I have been furiously active on twitter, over the course of the last month. After the 800 word guideline which I try to follow on WordPress, the 280 character limit is refreshingly sparse and easy to tap out in 30 seconds. On average, it takes me about two hour’s to write out a blog post…… Continue reading When is writing cathartic and when is it self indulgent?
I am fascinated by the idea of ‘different worlds;’ the different environments which people live in, but also the different ways in which people view the world. I suppose the easiest way to think about this is to put an optimist next to a pessimist, and ask each of them to describe the scene in…… Continue reading WordPress and the world (2)
As above, so below. The skies are blue, black, pink and grey- the mind is multifariously multicoloured. The unconscious- it’s like an ever changing, ever shifting maze; an aspect of the mind, a vast basement to the head. Your chain of thought threads you through it like a piece of cotton through the eye of…… Continue reading The vast maze of the unconscious mind..
When my mind smiles it wafts like a cloudy day- scudding charcoal and light puffing grey splotches across a brilliant blue sky. Endless light and clarity, tempered by such soft patches of gentle in-distinction. On darker days the pressure builds and storm clouds loom, ominous and foreboding of what is to come- first rumblings of deepest…… Continue reading My mind like a weather system
Abreast a seemingly tiny wave I do not realise how deep those currents go. If I were to lie on my belly and look down into the water upon which I float and stare into those vast and shadowy depths I would only see until the darkness started- I would not be able to comprehend…… Continue reading Riding the waves of a deep dark ocean
Mad new world 