The Bins, the bins!
This morning my head feels disconnected from my body- Like some alien weight plonked on my shoulders by some one hurrying for an appointment with the gods. I went to… Read More »The Bins, the bins!
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This morning my head feels disconnected from my body- Like some alien weight plonked on my shoulders by some one hurrying for an appointment with the gods. I went to… Read More »The Bins, the bins!
TextI tend the mobile nowlike an injured bird We text, text, textour significant words. I re-read your first,your second, your third, look for your small xx,feeling absurd. The codes… Read More »Rapture's 'Text'.
This poem, ‘You‘ begins Carol Ann Duffy’s sequence of love poems, unambiguoulsy called Rapture! Aliosn Ridyard’s commentary on this blog is excellent and discusses the techniques by which Duffy communicates… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy's You from Rapture: Commentary
Somehow I had become a fan of choirs and the old Gothic hall overflowed with gowns and sounds that drifted smokily I think to a wooden roof . Murmuring her way… Read More »Pursuit
POETRYI couldn’t see Guinnessand not envisage a nun;a gun, a finger and thumb;midges, blether, scribble, scrum. A crescent moon, boomerang, smirk,bone; or full, a shield, a stalker,a stone. I couldn’t… Read More »Poetry
This was life in the slowest lane of them all. Thirty six aisles of monotony peopled by these spectres without any trace of courage at all. Duty and ties married… Read More »Pastiche: A hard boiled trip to Tesco?
“Art is the language that is the language of the heart, that is the language of the emotional structure.”
”And if you feel like you are spending your life running from dragons, isn’t it nice to know that you’re never more than one thought away from peace?” http://www.geniuscatalyst.com/ Michael… Read More »Michael Neill's Genius Catalyst
CAROL ANN DUFFY (1955–present) In Mrs Tilscher’s Class You could travel up the Blue Nile with your finger, tracing the route while Mrs Tilscher chanted the scenery. Tana. Ethiopia. Khartoum.… Read More »In Mrs Tilscher's Class
Reading may confirm things that we have known or lost or hoped for. We come across a parade of arranged words and something magical may happen, something that we hear… Read More »Death beyond constant love: Gabriel Garcia Marquez
There are short story writers and then there is William Trevor. A simple yet devastating truth. Reading his story ‘Friendship’ from his 1996 collection ‘After Rain’ just now, I just… Read More »After the rain: William Trevor
Secret Heart by David Almond David Almond’s books are strange, unsettling, wild things – unfettered by the normal restraints of children’s literature. It is hard to say with any certainty… Read More »Secret heart by David Almond -Review Guardian
In Chapter four of David Almond’s The Savage, the narrator Blue expresses the seemingly incidental event of his own inclusion in his Savage story. I love the emphasis on the… Read More »One day without really thinking about it, I put myself in the story for the first time..'
Thunder outside and George was looking for bruises. Behind each eye he felt pressure. Something was eating his head. A bursting of some mental dam bent on sweeping him away… Read More »George
My father died in 1983 far too young and extraordinarily brave in the midst of the debilitating mess that had become his life. I found this note book whilst tidying my… Read More »HBLewison 1935-1983
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-V7in9LObI How poignantly uncanny this video representation of Bill Viola’s Ocean without a shore. In a way reminds me of Rachmaninov’s Isle of the Dead and even Almodovar’s Volver. Even… Read More »Ocean without a shore: Billy Viola
I can still remember reading Allende’s opening lines in Liverpool’s Bold Street Waterstones. ‘Barrabas came to us by sea, the child Clara wrote in her delicate calligraphy.’ I tingled all… Read More »Isabel Allende: The House of the Spirits
Sometimes, magic realism works and sometimes it doesn’t. On the other hand, you will find those elements in most literature from all over the world – not just in Latin… Read More »Isabel Allende : Magical Realsim
ISBN: 0552995886 I can still remember reading Allende’s opening lines in Liverpool’s Bold Street Waterstones. ‘Barrabas came to us by sea, the child Clara wrote in her delicate calligraphy.’ I… Read More »Isabel Allende – The House of the Spirits
ISBN: 0141439564 We all need our dreams. We have all fallen in love. Dickens’s susceptible hero Pip believes that the ‘star’ of his dream is the beautiful Estella, because she… Read More »Charles Dickens – Great Expectations
ISBN: 0099273934 Probably my favourite book of all time: read it after requesting the novel as a leaving present and was staggered at its transcendent humanity. I felt that this… Read More »Toni Morrison – Beloved
ISBN: 1860498833 ‘But Briar crept on me. Briar absorbed me. Now I feel the simple weight of the woollen cloak with which I have covered myself and think, I shall… Read More »Sarah Waters – Fingersmith
ISBN: 0099366517 Bought at the airport, and read in the blistering heat of a Carolina summer, this is the book to raise all your temperatures. For like Dickens, everyone in… Read More »James Ellroy – The Black Dahlia
ISBN: 0140620117 ‘Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? – You think wrong! – I have as much soul as you,… Read More »Charlotte Bronte – Jane Eyre
ISBN: 1853260916 ‘One sees a fin passing far out. What image can I reach to convey what I mean? Really there is none, I think.’ Woolf writing in her diary… Read More »Virginia Woolf – To the Lighthouse
ISBN: 033037690X ‘I shall have to learn how to miss you.’ says Caravaggio in Michael Ondaatje’s The English Patient. Caravaggio’s acknowledgment that his missing of another is a form of… Read More »Amy Bloom – A Blind Man call tell how much I love you
ISBN: 0140621202 Like so many relationships, Bleak House begins in the fog: ‘Fog everywhere. Fog up the river…fog down the river…chance people on the bridges…with fog all round them.’ Repetition… Read More »Charles Dickens – Bleak House
ISBN: 1840222654 ‘I haven’t written a word since October and I don’t mean to until the spring. I want much more material: I am tired of my little stories like… Read More »Katherine Mansfield – Collected Stories
ISBN: 0856463035 ‘Beloved sweetheart bastard. Not a day since then I haven’t wished him dead. Prayed for it…’ Duffy’s poem ‘Havisham’ begins with a vehement outcry: ‘Beloved sweetheart bastard.’ This… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy – Mean Time