“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.” (Sylvia Plath) As I pull together the last few threads of my presentation, an epiphany has jumped out at me. I had interviewed a close friend, who revealed to … Continue reading Second-Hand Appreciation
“Do you know what a poem is, Esther?" "No, what?" I would say. "A piece of dust." (Sylvia Plath) We exist in an odd shell. Fragility is a rich, red blood and society is a shark - but you're protected by a shark net. You're just bleeding out in the ocean, dying slowly, whilst the … Continue reading The Bureau Drawer
The fireplace, which used to be the centre of the house and a node of comfort and warmth, became angry. It would shake and roar. Maybe we had made it anxious too; during that last year especially, it stopped being a friend.
"What happens when the story involves suicide, murder, crime, war, death, incest or rape? What if these were part of our family stories? And as writers, what do we ‘do’ with these difficult memories?" (Guntarik et. al 2015)
"If you don't ever reflect, you just stay an idiot".
"The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep" These two lines were extracted from a favourite poem of mine, The Breeze at Dawn, written by Mewlana Rumi. They've been speaking to me as I have drafted this post over the past several days. I read an incredibly moving blog … Continue reading The Antagonist was a Good Man
Depending on what one desires and what they have experienced, their definition of value and any ideals attributed to it will be diverse. Of particular interest to me is the conflict between the deserved value of something and the numerical amount assigned to it, as defined by Oxford Dictionary.