February 2012
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Blank Slate Gallery →
Here’s the website for the temporary gallery I’ve been working on for the last month or so. As you can probably tell, I’m no good at making websites so tumblr will have to do for now. Wish me luck…
January 2012
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“The spectacle of the sky overwhelms me. I’m overwhelmed when I see, in an...”
– Joan Miró, 1958
These past months
I have:
- Started writing a play, slowly.
- Made plans for my curatorial debut.
- Submitted proposals for curatorial work.
- Spent a lot of time by myself.
- Caught up with most of the books I’ve bought and should have read by now.
- Returned to poetry.
- Given up smoking.
I have not:
- Had much money.
- Written on Tumblr much.
- Eaten very healthily.
- Watched all of the films...
December 2011
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November 2011
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“I had a task, did not do it, and now the failure is wrecking my life. I ought to...”
– - Wittgenstein to Engelmann, 1921 (via time immemorial)
(via invisiblestories)
Turns out I am a reincarnation of Wittgenstein, because this is basically the same thing I say to my therapist every week.
(via ewilcox)
This is what I tell my cat all the time.
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A Character Study.
I have not written on here for a while now, and I guess apologies mean little, or nothing when I find myself giving them almost constantly. In reality, my internet presence has taken a back seat as I have been making efforts to make a life for myself that I can genuinely be exhausted, and happy, by. I am currently working three jobs, One at the bar, One at a theatre, and another at an art gallery,...
October 2011
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Melanie Manchot - Gathering or, I'm going to be on...
If you’re a UK resident, in approximately a week and a half’s time, you’ll see me participate in an experiment that looks at an unbelievably interesting phenomenon in crowd theory called crowd de-identification. I don’t want to ruin too much, but it’s for Derren Brown’s latest series The Experiments, and you’ll see how morality is tested through certain exercises. I’m honestly not a bad...
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September 2011
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Andy Sturdevant, apologies in advance for...
I’m sorry that I’m treading on your research and all, but I am a full blown Windsor convert, and you’ll see why in about ten hours.
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“‘The jagged mountains were pure blue in the dawn and everywhere birds...”
– Cormac McCarthy - Blood Meridian
I started reading this in hospital because I couldn’t comfortably rest Atlas Shrugged on my stomach, and it is full of really wonderful sentences such as this.
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"Late Spring," by W.S. Merwin
ewilcox:
Coming into the high room again after years after oceans and shadows of hills and the sounds of lies after losses and feet on stairs after looking and mistakes and forgetting turning there thinking to find no one except those I knew finally I saw you sitting in white already waiting you of whom I had heard with my own ears since the beginning for whom more than once I had opened the...
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Otis Redding - Cigarettes and Coffee
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Getting back to business.
Mark Rothko, Ochre and Red on Red, 1964.
So, I’ve decided to return to blogging again. There’s something about major life upheaval, the extraction of an appendix, and uncertainty that makes one want to crawl back into the open bosom of the internet. I have been incredibly lazy with ‘sorting things out’, and yearning after that calm that I’ve been promised without doing...
July 2011
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“…for memory to function well, it needs constant practice: if recollections...”
– Ignorance, Milan Kundera
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June 2011
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Because having a lot of time off doesn't mean...
I am a disciplined person, not enough perhaps, but I can usually grasp a hold of something and work at it until it’s done. Unless I have a mass surplus of time on my hands, which I do for the next three weeks. I guess I am unprepared for this exodus of activity, and the time that I am ungrateful for, which is why I’m going to share with you some things I have been paying attention to...
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LDN
I rarely make trips to Central London, mainly because it terrifies me in the most idiotic way. It seems entirely too large for me and I become unbelievably overwhelmed by the underground, the swarms of people and the feeling of renewal that I shouldn’t be aware of. I’d love to say that my trips to the capital are inconsequential and without event, but they aren’t. Aside from the reason I am...
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In the death of our laugh
your mouth falls at one side,
so I remember my skin
without your shadow,
because what do I keep
when you are gone?
In all this unnecessary calm,
just a blank page,
with your name at the top.
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Windsor Defense Fund
For the past month or so I’ve been thinking about a question I asked Andy Sturdevant regarding the appearance of the Windsor typeface in Britain and Europe, as I had only ever seen it in an American context. Famously Woody Allen’s favourite font, this had me thinking why I’d never seen it in the country of its birth. My early recollections of it, ironically, lie in a memory of...
May 2011
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eventually I'll be a bit more ordered about my...
All is quiet in the misunderstanding of your personality. I’m too loud about my love, I’m sorry, but the wane of my eyes allow for too little to pass by - a sun-cut limb, half of your teeth through a half moon - and I am only alive for so long.
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late night essay writing stress relief. a load'a...
i guess there’s someone like you always, paraded at parties and made to feel all arms and limbs, as if i’d never kissed them. the collapse of your body into the wallpaper, the pattern of your laughing skin, all seems irrelevant now, as everyone is leaving and we have no-one to perform our love to.
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Holy, holy
in a universe of telephone wires
that you understand perfectly.
I don’t think like you, we found that out
a week ago, you have another mythology
to follow, and I don’t believe in things
that don’t conjure easily.
You shrug in places I cannot see,
you eat without me, you sigh,
your long laugh echoes in the halls of
someone else’s house,
and like you,...
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The smell of warm concrete signalled the arrival of a storm, turning its great heaving shoulders to the sky, casting a shadow over Sophie who had left the cover of a record store minutes before. Her father had just died, and the great loneliness of the eldest child had begun quickly and obsessively, and she had found herself organising her life around the ritual of death. She didn’t like to think...
April 2011
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I’ve spent a lot of time writing, but also not writing. My dissertation is over, but the applications have begun. My time is divided between recognising the need for relaxation and unwittingly falling into it. I’m just about to spend the next couple of days asking my superiors if they pretty-please will tell other people like them that I should be a person like them too. I...
March 2011
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The Sun, The Sun.
They had woken up fully dressed, after drinking too much and falling asleep beside one another. They were still new to each other, and seeing the other grey with sleep still surprised them. He reached over and felt the bones in her elbow, sharp at the front, and then cushioned where her pillowy arms flushed pink, and yellow, and white. He kissed her, and then pulled her towards him delicately, as...
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A Character Study.
Andrew slid her glass across the table and took her hand. They had been like this for weeks, afternoons of pregnant pauses and long looks that made Alice sick, she had never looked for movies in her life, so she was angered when she saw parts of their relationship bordering the scripted. Andrew had come to life when her relationship with James became a series of non-events, struggling for warmth...
Something Old.
When you are young, you think about death all the time. It is told to you through the death of things, of objects, your patience, your computer, your phone has died. But you think of nothing more than the death of time, wasting whole days lying in bed next to one another, proving your uniqueness and proving theirs, because there is nothing worse than seeing the same things over and over again. Not...
February 2011
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Great-Uncle Seamus, and The Big Reveal.
At the funeral for his brother, Great-Uncle Seamus became the only gay member of the family. This surprised Gail, the eldest of the aunts, because there were so many of them, and she supposed that it might be obvious. She wasn’t to know that in the coming years, one granddaughter and one uncle would follow suit, and that only one would end happily. He had always been known affectionately as an...
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Sarah rebuttoned the coat she’d had since she was a teenager, and struggled to remember who she had bought it for, and why. She hated to consider herself as younger, to use the mortal phrase ‘When I was younger’ to introduce a sentence. It made her feel that it was no part of her making, that it was a chapter detached and deleted like a computer file with a particularly embarrassing photograph in...