Got a 2.1 for my Creative Writing portfolio, more than happy with that mark for my first. Some criticism in there, but according to my feedback, ‘There are many striking and beautiful lines…’, that’s all I’ve ever really wanted for my work.
Knowing the fate of my predecessors, Is not equal to collecting their daily artefacts, In the reoccurrence of my thought, My absent speech. Fully conscious that, as an unset morning Is filtered into one anonymous slide, I will contrive to collect the receiver, And hear nothing, Mouth fixed open and answerless, With the minor half held acceptances Of my time, to remain untold, Fragmenting into...
When thought is in bondage the truth is hidden, for everything is murky and unclear, and the burdensome practice of judging brings annoyance and weariness. What benefit can be derived from distinctions and separations? -Sengstan
A vehicle of steel and the mechanics of motion, or your own feet imprinted with the earth’s shape. You yourself are the vehicle, the destination is the same.
You can explore the universe looking for somebody who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and you will not find that person anywhere. -Buddhist Saying
Our life is shaped by our mind; we become what we think. Suffering follows an evil thought as the wheels of a cart follow the oxen that draws it. Our life is shaped by our mind; we become what we think. Joy follows a pure thought like a shadow that never leaves. -Buddha
Everybody says sex is obscene. The only true obscenity is war.– Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (via larmoyante)
Just arrived back from a reading by Ira Lightman, a British Experimental/Avant-Garde poet, excellent techniques and a very entertaining performance, nice to see there are still those types of innovations with voice and language going on.
Autumn’s finest, bright, clear opening to the world. Too many cups of tea, Sunday songs, reading poetry, finishing some seminar work, nothing is a difficulty, everything is exactly as it should be.
The town blooms from the life giving organ of the night, it’s figures darting freely with the flicker of a hand primed at the bedroom, or the buildings bright countenance, certain as they are to be seen. We are moved by these things, as light shifting amongst the darkened frameworks gives only suggestion. Under the temporary motions of gesturing shadows, the town may be anywhere or nowhere.
We have constructed ourselves, to forget ourselves.
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.– Kerouac (via thorninyourside)
An At Length Debate With My Father on The...
He had rubbed his working man’s hands through the works, His meditative breath breaking a fine space in the lips O, Separating the worn pages, and with the innocence Of our roles reversed he asked, ‘Don’t you write poems that rhyme?’ There was little to be said in my defence, In my limitations, it proves a harsh demand Forcing the unsaid into recognisable headlines, When...
I love you in secret, between the shadow and the soul.– Pablo Neruda
Mapping the lands secreted towns, Vague, unknown offerings to satisfy a temporary stay, The steel driven mesh of impatience And ingenuity, grants anonymous passage Over borders, into possibility. Huddled in its shell, the air opaque With strategic signals, and the lengthening Of a line, broken like a link to the womb, From the seated, weary traveller, And another fixed with the platform’s...
The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass. -Dogen
The more you possess, the more slavery you create around yourself. Freedom comes when you unlearn possessiveness. -Osho
Let the machines build goods and commodities, changeable, used and then forgotten, replaced million after million. Let me create things which the people will need least, and treasure most, singular and remembered.
A minute has broken down, having no sense of purpose, And moves to conjure who the engraved couple May have been in life, how they went about their time, What the valleys of his palm could communicate In a handshake, thunderous against my own, Being many years his junior. Perhaps, if searched long enough and with a true eye, Their tributes and endearments might be glimpsed suddenly To play out in...
Early start, read poetry at the CW seminar and had some wonderful feedback. Wandered through the town and ruins and scribbled the first draft of a poem I’ve been wanting to write for a long time.
If you had asked me to collect the burning coals, Of the sky’s net for you to know me by, I could only turn my head away, Accepting them to be beyond me, They are needed to light lovers home, And mark the territories we have failed to reach. Were it my choice, I would imprint myself upon you, With the minor things, the half held stream of memories, Though ancient and degraded by dust,...
Find ecstasy within yourself. It is not out there. It is in your innermost flowering. The one you are looking for is you. -Osho
If you correct your mind, the rest of your life will fall into place. -Lao Tzu
Creative writing portfolio submitted, I’ve also earned the nickname of ‘The Poet’ around here, I quietly love it.
I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I...– Jack Kerouac (via superprofundo)
My mother said to me, “If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you...– Pablo Picasso (via lilysofthefield)
The Exchange - 2nd Draft
This is the adapted version of ‘The Exchange’ for my CW portfolio after the feedback I received at my seminar. Any comparisons and feedback would be welcome :) The channels of her eyes echo in welcome. There is nothing as simple as this, nor as unreachable. A cafe stagnant with broken familiarity, its fragrant strangeness alive in the neutral air. Her body, carried in its shambling...