I found a quote that rings so very true to me. “Many artists can only produce because they don’t know what they are producing: the moment they know, the creation is completely stopped. For then they begin to reflect; then they feel responsible and cannot play like the gods, unless they fulfil the psychological demand… Continue reading Creative Spirit Cannot Be Looked in the Eye
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Journal Sequence #6: Intended Viewer [Stink is Gone]
I found my soul today. [Back to Land by Wooden Shjips plays] Oh, when that fog clears. It’s just… The stink is gone. The stink is GONE. Long, sharp acrylic nails painted sapphire blue. Rings on fingers, bangles on wrists. Curling, twisting, dancing. Embodying the freedom. Forwards backwards outwards inwards. And I see the fire… Continue reading Journal Sequence #6: Intended Viewer [Stink is Gone]
Butterflies
From some unknown corner of the house, butterflies are emerging. I’ve liberated 4 this week. Frantically they fly towards the light. Meanwhile, I’ve been in a chrysalis of my own. Turned away from the world, writhing in chaos and conflict, evolving privately. Metamorphosing. I’m reading Perdido Street Station by China Miéville (at long last –… Continue reading Butterflies
Journal Sequence #1
In my blanket fort. If I go out there, I’ll have to be a person. Being a person now means being a machine, conforming to defined boundaries of behavior. My state is altered. Stretched beyond. Somewhat Ballardian. Climate, extreme heat. Jungian figures. A gradual falling apart. Becoming part of a world that will destroy us.… Continue reading Journal Sequence #1
Shifting Self/Problem of Time when Writing
The self is not a stable thing. Sure, there’s a sense of continuity, but our mindset, attitude and mood are constantly shifting; so much so, they can be barely recognisable from the inside given the space of a few days. If I look to my journal, some entries are verbose, some are whimsical, some are… Continue reading Shifting Self/Problem of Time when Writing
Dream Sequence #1
1.1 A knight gifts all the planets and all the stars in exchange for the life of a princess. She has been taken by an army and put under a spell, making her the size and state of a child again. The enemies break open all the planets to get the riches they believe are… Continue reading Dream Sequence #1
Between the Lines
After reading the essay The Art of the Paragraph by Elisa Gabbert in her collection The Word Pretty, I’ve come to ponder all those blank spaces between (and around) the lines. I’ve read several books recently that don’t offer the tab of space at the beginning of each paragraph, but instead leave a blank line… Continue reading Between the Lines
Automatic Fiction
I wanted to talk a bit about the term ‘automatic fiction’, which I sometimes use to describe my flash pieces, because I think it is easily confused with other kinds of writing. The first thing people usually think of is ‘automatic writing‘, which infers the channeling of spirits. This would be done as part of… Continue reading Automatic Fiction
Writing About Nothing
I keep coming back to the opening line of Patti Smith’s M Train: “It’s not so easy writing about nothing”. It spins round and around in my head like a mantra: it has something to teach me. One of the things it brings to mind is that it’s actually quite easy to write about nothing,… Continue reading Writing About Nothing
The Journey So Far
When I started blogging in 2016, I didn’t know exactly what I was doing. I wasn’t at all confident in my writing abilities or opinions, and I worried what friends and family would think of my weird little fragments and book reviews. So I created an anonymous site, Orchid’s Lantern, with a generic avatar and… Continue reading The Journey So Far
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