This earth, known to harbor life… 15.2.17.

In the most tender of moments, like when my daughter falls asleep on my arm, concern over how it can be that this planet is suspended in the vast nothingness of space causes great fear and confusion. How can this angelic child be my purpose in a life that will end, in a life that survives on a surface that has no foundations? How can … Continue reading This earth, known to harbor life… 15.2.17.

A children’s poem for Joyce DiDonato

A woman sang in prison a beautiful song of weeping and grieving a lover long gone. The men in the jail, all killers, all wrong, stood in applause at the glorious song. They shouted and jeered, too violent to stop her as she trilled out and warbled her terrible opera. They thanked her and waved white paper to sign which she did with five letters, … Continue reading A children’s poem for Joyce DiDonato

The demise of Living Culture in the wake of technology: A photogenic death

We live in a time when we talk of ‘living culture’ as though culture is usually dead or at least dying. Surely the vast number of wars that all have inevitable backgrounds in identity based politics would suggest that culture is very much alive. However, there seems to be a distinction between culture and ‘living culture’. The following concerns the latter. Judging by various photographs on the … Continue reading The demise of Living Culture in the wake of technology: A photogenic death

Dreams of walking the horizones

There is no place quite like a blue desk chair and an infinite excel spreadsheet to begin dreaming. Surrounded by stained mugs, two pence coins, multicoloured pens and a window overlooking a car park it is too easy to imagine mountains and a chill in the air. I find myself longing for feet that are sore from the less trodden road and I am filled beyond … Continue reading Dreams of walking the horizones

Thoughts on death and origins.

There are times when you are caught off guard by the knowledge that people write such beautiful things about the fact that we are dying. There are many things to write about, and many forms to write it in, but the one constant that we cannot stop writing about is death. Everything else changes. We search for the origins of ourselves on this earth and attempt … Continue reading Thoughts on death and origins.

Water: are we seriously so absurd?

Someone said to me recently, “you can’t use that water to water the plant”. “What?” I responded, dumbfounded. “That is proper water. You can’t use it for the plant really. It is H’s water, she bought it. It’s in a Smart water bottle, see? You can’t put it in the plant.” I looked at the water bottle. Inspired by Clouds, it read. It had added … Continue reading Water: are we seriously so absurd?

No-one Writes Back, a novel by Jang Eun-Jin

The first Korean novel that I sought out came from a recommendation published by the recent winner of the Man Booker Prize, Han Kang for her novel The Vegetarian. I am yet to read her widely acclaimed novel and instead decided to attempt to read her through her book recommendations before I buy and read her work. This was how I came to read No-one Writes Back by Jang Eun-Jin. … Continue reading No-one Writes Back, a novel by Jang Eun-Jin

How to burn books, the modern way.

Have you ever noticed that nobody good ever burns books? It is always those intolerant of ideas who do that; dictators, far-right groups, totalitarians, religions (now this tends to be the extreme branches but in history this was not always so). The modern and more accepted way of doing this is currently through Conservative governments and the cuts that affect teachers, artists, writers, dramatists, and … Continue reading How to burn books, the modern way.