Life was tough, but memories were tougher. Memories never left, moved around with you. You folded them neatly into bags and dragged them around. Or they dragged you.
Life is difficult enough to digest at times without having unrealistic expectations piled onto our plates. Everybody goes through life at some stage raised too highly on the back of somebody else’s dreams or else crushed beneath another’s insecurities. And fairly soon, if this continues, it becomes difficult to disassociate our true selves from those unrealistic expectations and overbearing […]
‘It all sounds fine to me.’ Dr. Llewellyn shook his head and dislodged the stethoscope from his ears, ‘I can’t hear any problems Gary. Are you getting this jumping sensation now?’ ‘Not at the moment,’ I said. But for the past week just when things were going right in my life, my heart went wrong. It […]
To all those fellow procrastinators out there. You’re not alone! What you waiting for? Do something tomorrow.
David Sylvian‘s music has been very important throughout my life. A poet, an often-troubled artist, and an all-round introspective soul, Sylvian has always known the importance of quiet introspection in healing oneself and moving on in the world. He started as the lead singer of ’80s, New York Dolls influenced band Japan, before going solo in the mid-eighties. A multi-intrumentalist with […]
7th March, 2015 Dear Sarah, I was so happy to hear back from you! I didn’t expect you to respond, not after all this time. However, I hope you don’t mind me responding via a letter. Email is too informal and one feels the need to be jovial. I know it’s a bit archaic, but I […]
Hike had hit the streets. Hike made heroin feel like cheap aspirin. Hike made people walk. Made people walk without care. Legs became uninhibited. Wives walked out on husbands, husbands out on mistresses. Somewhere, somebody was walking out on someone. Companies had no staff, schools no teachers, patients died with no doctors in hospitals to treat them. Slowly, society […]
Learning to let go before diving in: the importance of mindfulness in the creative process.
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did sigh and grumble at their desks; All mimsy was the CFO, And the auditors stressed. “Beware the long hard slog, my son! The cogs that turn, the hands that snatch! Beware the late nights, and politics of The sociopaths!” He opened up his MS Word: Long time the […]
My second driving instructor was called Alan and I remember him well. I don’t remember the name of my first but he looked like Mr. Bronson, the grumpy headmaster from Grange Hill. This toupeed, bespectacled man, who faced his mid-life with a furrowed brow worn over a sea green trench coat, would spend the lessons crossed-armed […]
dreams bled on snow, black
october murdered hope — a
fatal spring is born
When Evelyn left because the pills failed him, he replaced the void with more pills, and now the pills anaesthetised him, sent him between states of extreme anguish and mild torpidity, and made him angry and resentful that they’d let him down in the first place. MAOIs kept him awake and filled him with loathing, SSRIs made him sleepy and […]
my printed smile needs
your gaze, without attention
i have no vigour
you feast on tired lives
breathe their spoiled dreams, sly, savage
beauty born from rot