I Don’t Owe You Anything
An open letter to men in public places, though especially to those for whom “No” translates as “Hurt me with words or with your hands”. Firstly, to the man who shoved me last night while I was waiting for the … Continue reading I Don’t Owe You Anything
So Long, Leonard
When I was told today that Leonard Cohen had passed away at the ripest of ages, having lived the fullest of lives, I felt another crack appear in my heart. This year has chipped and battered me so badly that … Continue reading So Long, Leonard
Stuck Inside of Music with the Nobel Blues
Bob Dylan’s just-awarded Nobel Prize for Literature has brought some interesting criticisms to the fore, many of which have followed Robert Zimmerman around since he first stepped into the collective consciousness. Most vocally, there’s the cries of, “but rock ‘n’ … Continue reading Stuck Inside of Music with the Nobel Blues
Daily dose of Existentialism
Proust once said, frighteningly and pertinently, that “there is no way to describe the past without lying. Our memories are not like fiction. They are fiction”. By remembering, we engage in poiesis; we mythologise sequences, emotions, and statements. We draw … Continue reading Daily dose of Existentialism
Don’t you forget about me
As a child, I wanted to invent a device that captured everything I ever thought. It would record my thoughts in various mediums, depending on what was most appropriate: in film or photographs for my minds-eye movies and imagined images; … Continue reading Don’t you forget about me
Waxing Lyrical
Characters do not come to us in acts of divine inspiration or visitation. They do not simply arrive one day, history and baggage in hand, to take up semi-permanent residence in our minds. They have been there for years; gestating … Continue reading Waxing Lyrical
ODE TO BOWIE (part 6)
After returning from Melbourne late last year, having visited the city with the express purpose of attending the DavidBowieIs exhibition, I was walking through the Valley when someone stopped me. I was carrying my newly acquired canvas bag, emblazoned with … Continue reading ODE TO BOWIE (part 6)
ODE TO BOWIE (part 5)
I picked up Aladdin Sane when I was spiralling into the static oblivion of starvation, self-harm and suicidal ideation. To say that now seems both ugly and funny; I was losing my mind, and slowly tried to find it again … Continue reading ODE TO BOWIE (part 5)
ODE TO BOWIE (part 4)
I hopped quickly onto The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, and felt like my ears had been seared off by the raw, unrelenting brilliance of it. A regular reader of Dystopian fiction (I un-ironically … Continue reading ODE TO BOWIE (part 4)
ODE TO BOWIE (part 3)
I bought Hunky Dory when my own life was anything but hunky dory; drowning in the depths of my first bout of depression, and squirming in the grips of a dangerous eating disorder, the proverbial shit was about to hit … Continue reading ODE TO BOWIE (part 3)
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