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I've had something of a spiritual conversion. Having reached my lowest moment with concrete plans to kill myself the next day, there was an intervention. This quote from Rumi might help illuminate my experience:
“I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I've been knocking from the inside.”
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on rape (especially statutory rape and rape in which the victim doesn't say 'no')
*Trigger warning of discussion of rape and abuse from a perpetrator who committed statutory rape and digital rape ( Read more... ) -
Paperchase
There was a writer who loved a woman who worked at a stationary store. One day, passing the store, the writer noticed there was a sale on notebooks and used this to justify going into the store to gaze at the woman he loved. When standing at the checkout he told the woman that he would write a poem to celebrate her beauty on the front page of his ( Read more... ) -
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DIME OF THE CENTURY or
REVENGE OF THE DIRECTOR
The chairs we sat on were office chairs; not like the plush ergonomic sort that executives sit on, but the regular kind that interns get - and we could feel the difference. They weren't bolted or tied together with rope because they had those clips on the sides which means that the chairs can be ( Read more... ) -
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There is summer rain falling outside sounding like gummy static. It's made the wentworth laundrette smell like wet hair. The weather's been hot, so the chocolate bars in the vending machine have melted several times over. The chocolate tastes like chocolate that's been through babel fish translation. I've been eating the thick, uncomplicated ( Read more... ) -
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My friends please forgive any lapses in the aptitude of my language for there has passed a full score five and twenty years since I, Sir William Kendall, gave voice to my mouth and tongue and vocal chords in the expression of that which you would recognise as verbal contact. I ask you to shoulder the burden of the stops and starts of my uneasy ( Read more... ) -
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Despite having a blog for the good part of a decade I don't often update, I think much of this comes from my expectations about what a blog is, namely a place to record unmediated experiences and emotions. However, I am a reader. When I am not reading I am watching films. On tuesday and wednesday evenings I am improvising. Shadowplay, wendy houses ( Read more... ) -
Gunk
Amongst the adverts for 3D glasses that see through clothes, sea-monkeys, and back issues, was a half page spread with two pictures of a boy. The first boy was pulling out his pockets like the ears of a cartoon rabbit. The second boy was riding on a bicycle with a bag over his shoulder. He waved at a house with a freshly mown lawn where stood a ( Read more... ) -
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Tears!
Does your face ache
from keeping all your emotions
deep inside?
Polish your eyes with
TEARS!
Blast the veins that
frame your SOUL like
rivulets of mould through cheese.
Do as ye will...
But take heed
lest melancholia clog self-respect
and turn
posey ---> dirge
and like the child,
who we peer at through
the window of the history museum,
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In Winter with my glasses things are thin and crispy like they should be.