Attempting to revisit some of my old (read: crap) poems from the last few years, and rework them into something not entirely terrible.
The last post, ‘Elegy for a Laptop’, is the first attempt, rewriting a poem I wrote back in 2013, and was actually published in my university’s creative writing journal at the time. It’s quite a different (and I hope better) beast now. I like it better this way at least.
There’s a few more poems I hope to revisit like this, and I’m hoping to rediscover my love for writing poetry that I’ve lost a little in favour of drama the past few years.
Wish me luck…
Last Friday saw Donald Trump officially sworn in as President of the United States, and, one assumes, the beginning of the end of the world as we know it.
Saturday, conversely, saw one the most inspiring collection of demonstrations seen in recent times. The women’s marches across all seven continents, giving a beautiful middle finger to Donald trump and all the assorted bigotry and hatred he represents. I know a few people who took part and, were I not a disaster of a person who can barely summon the strength to get out of bed, I would have been with them. I think the next few years will be a good era for protests, thanks to Black Lives Matter paving the way.
Another minor event that occurred over the weekend was a prominent Nazi, Richard Spencer, being punched in the face.
Continue reading “The Ethics of Nazi-Punching”
Should I be writing about this?
I think I go on about my problems a little too much on here. ‘You’re sad, Chris. We get it’. Nevertheless, I made a promise to myself in August that I would attempt to make this blog a much more regular and consistent project, and I have to write about something. My creative energy of late has all gone into a stage-play submission, so there are no poems or short stories to fill the space. I have nothing to say on nature at the moment, I’ve seen nothing I feel I can write a comprehensive review of, and there are no current affairs I feel I can add anything to in terms of commentary.
Continue reading “Wanting Not To Be”
Most of us have a favourite animal. Humans are naturally inclined towards that sort of thing. We slaughter and devour them, and wear their skin, but we also love them. (I say this as a highly enthusiastic meat-eater. I have my qualms about it but my diet is such that if I didn’t eat meat, I’d literally just live off peas, rice, potatoes and carrots. Don’t worry, my body has adapted to survive off a sedentary lifestyle and poor food intake. Well, I say that. It’ll catch up with me one day but never mind all that, we’re straying from the point).
Continue reading “Of Owls and Me”
As anybody who was following my Fringe Diary will know, a rather unfortunate event marred what should have otherwise been a brilliant experience. Continue reading “Break Update: 1 Month On”
Today was the worst day I’ve had in Edinburgh. To be honest it was one of the worst days I’ve had in while generally. I didn’t see any shows today. I didn’t do any flyering. A well-performed show was the only saving grace in an otherwise awful few wakeful hours.
Continue reading “Fringe Diary – Day Nine: Broken”
As an English student (well, I say that – technically I’m a Creative Writing MA student now but I have an English BA degree so you get my point), calculations have been an issue I’ve had to deal with mercifully little over the last 3 1/2 years. Even before my university career, I exclusively studied humanities at A-level so mathematics have not plagued me extensively since my GCSE years. Again I lie a bit. During the first year of my AS studies I also retook GCSE Maths, having failed to get a C by ONE SINGULAR MARK the previous year. I feel my relationship with mathematics as a subject has been made rather clear by this point. Continue reading “An Excel-lent Advenutre”
I now have a pretty clear idea of what I’ll be doing in the coming months which, for someone on the verge of graduating from there undergraduate degree, is nice. I’ve achieved a satisfyingly high 2:1 which clears the way for my Master’s course, and I’ve got my living arrangements sorted. I can hide safely from adulthood in the cosy bed of higher education for another year and I think I’ll be a lot better for it. Will I be right? Check in with me in a year’s time, but fingers crossed, eh?
Continue reading “What Next?”
The great Stephen Fry once said “mood is your own personal weather, and it’s very like the weather; if you go outside and it’s raining, it’s not you that’s made it rain, it’s raining and it’s real.” I think that’s the best explanation of mood I’ve ever encountered; it’s an unpredictable thing, pushed one way or the other by the tiniest things. As Fry further said “the weather makes up its own mind”. The inability to control our moods is highly irritating, but with the darker patches, as with the rain, the best we can really do is wait it out and focus on the sun.
Continue reading “Grey Phases”
Every now and then I make an attempt to restart this blog properly and almost every time I barely get beyond two post without forgetting to update it.
Will this time be different? Probably not but let’s be optimistic. On to the main point:
Continue reading “Fog of the Future”