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Mythologies
"Give me a tale and I'll tie myself in knots..."
Do we all create fictions about our lives, fictions that we use to keep ourselves safe? Do we all obscure the truth from sometimes because we're scared we are not always everything we can be? We act a certain way, we are perceived a certain way, so we keep on acting so we can keep being perceived ( Read more... ) -
La mémoire demeure
Why did I think that this was a safe space? That was a very silly thing to do. Especially when I announce on my facebook profile that I found my Lj rant therapeutic, maybe I wanted it to be known? But really no. Because it was meant for me to get some of this *off* my chest, not to add more to this silly silly whirlpool that is my life. I just ( Read more... ) -
We die to each other daily...
I haven't posted on here for months and months as I've mainly been focusing on writing my *serious* blog at If Not Now When? but I feel the need for the kind of emotional-ish splurge which isn't really appropriate for a blog that deals with my academic progress!
I'm moving to Norwich on the 13th September, that is in six and a half weeks, which is ( Read more... ) -
Not fiction, but important nonetheless......
PhD Ideas:
- I want to look at more up-to-date conflicts, such as the Falklands Crisis, and the Gulf Wars, from a British point of view; but at the same time still involving the First and Second World Wars à working on links between them through specific themes.
- Interested in the ways people, combatants and non-combatants, ( Read more... )
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So sickeningly cute....
....I know you're probably all going to vomit at how girly and sweet my new lj theme is, but I'm loving myself sick with it!! I don't actually have much to post about, I just wanted to have another entry with the hearts and flowers and all round adorableness..... -
Another Poem!
I knew the whole story.
I saw it all.
Watched her unfold whilst you slept.
Your chest rising and falling, fingers gently twisting in the folds of my duvet.
I let her go;
creeping soundlessly through the house.
Knew she was off to meet his ghost.
And didn’t stop her.
I watched her walk along the garden path,
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I keep falling down,
and I’m not sure why.
I lose my balance.
- I try so hard to keep my eyes on the horizon
and place my feet with
care.
But still, I trip.
I find myself toppling, crashing dizzily to the floor in slow-motion,
and nuzzling the pavement with my nose.
I used to cry at grazed knees
- as a child I would howl ( Read more... ) -
Fairy tale
Here's a bit more of the new piece. It's going quite slowly so I'm sorry there isnt much of it yet. Enjoy!
There is more to our world than what you can see with your eyes, more than what you touch and smell and taste. There are currents that swirl and pull at all of you, things that flicker at the very edge of your senses and which most of you ( Read more... ) -
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This is the beginning of my new project. Enjoy and review, but bear in mind it's a draft.
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