snapshots: i. sitting here, in the awkward armchair that you have to wrangle your entire body into just to get comfortable, with hot cocoa & a big, drippy candle that shines like a saint’s aureole in a crivelli painting. the latter are wedged onto the outer rim of the small table that overflows with books,…
a string of celestially blue days. walked through the city at 2pm & it was silent but for the birds, a dream city. nothing about it felt real. it was like heaven in a renaissance painting, or the end of the world. the only human figures i saw were the mannequins in the window of…
There’s a voice in my room that hums me to sleep With songs of burnt dust and the counting of sheep. And I dream of the woods that live by my house Where the trees are soft and the dark is deep. The voice is coming Humming, humming From my radiator’s lungs. My mother…
flashing by to say -life is mad & sleep a precious commodity -yellow trees in the rain are one of the most beautiful things on earth -i love my dissertation & percy shelley -stephen king's 'on writing' doth SLAP -i spent all of yesterday writing a highly emotional 2k poem &... watching monty python &…
i mean that literally, by the way. there are a GREAT many damned nuns in this book several fun facts about the monk: -every monk/nun in this book (& trust me there are many) is required to be evil or sexy or BOTH -it is quite unbelievably kinky -this is my flippant way of telling…
THE SCENE: a deep forest in the lostest part of suffolk, on a lush day in late june; a clearing in the trees. the ashes of a campfire, still gently smoking at one in the afternoon, where a huge iron pot of porridge crusts congeal in the gathering heat. a series of tents gathered round…
lots of novels! which is very usual for me- less usual is that i’m not reading any poetry/plays on the side. i want to get back into my paradise lost-in-the-morning-&-poetry-at-night routine. but in the meantime: lots of novels. -THE CASTLE OF OTRANTO. as a gothic lit hoe it’s positively disgraceful i hadn’t read this before-…
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SO: after a few straight months of trying-to-finish-my-novel, i am back in Weird Ould Norfolk, in rather fine fettle except from having the plague (freshers' flu finally got me, gang) & ready to try n get back into a posting routine again. HOWEVER. this is going to involve probably writing about anything & everything that…
18.07.2019 (adele voice) hello… it’s me… da da da da da da da da da i don’t know a whole lot of that song yes, yes, my absence has been lengthy as the mourning of a victorian spinster for her wealthy uncle, albeit a widely disliked one. second year has swept over me like a…
unholy fool 