This is just the beginning. A taster, a teaser, a tantaliser, if you like. I can say little more, except that the thing is multifarious and huge, featuring the interwoven work of 56 creative contributors. My part in it is titled THE SCRIMSTONE CIRCUS GOSPEL. More information here, including a fine clock counting down to… Continue reading Time
This, from Aeon online magazine, on the 12th of October, is absolutely brilliant. Great writing. Burning truths, unflinchingly told. Jay Griffiths writes here about shamanism, metaphor, artists, fools and the imbalance in our allegiance to the hemispheres of our brains. There is a clarion call in this writing to remember that realm of our own… Continue reading Jay Griffiths – Forests of the mind
This is a very fine poem! It’s poetry like this that makes me want to learn more about how to write my words well. If life is the dance of form and emptiness (to mix mythologies in a probably unforgivable way) then writing is something of the same. My relationship with the emptiness is good;… Continue reading A poem: The Simple Man Arriving Through the Fields by David Troupes
The programme for this year’s Uncivilisation festival is out!
Yesterday, I wrote a piece called Black Mountain River. You can read it here, but you might want to wait a moment (or not.) This post isn’t another piece of poetry, nor of prose fiction. It’s just about the writing of Black Mountain River.
I forget. I remember and forget and remember again. One day, When all the mystique of idiocy Has rubbed off life Like gold lacquer from oak, I’ll forget so wholeheartedly (Or remember so completely) That I will forget to not dance And remember my home Beyond memory and forgetting – the place where you are… Continue reading Milk and Stars
Today, the earth began exhaling. All Winter, it held its breath, Kept its fragrance to itself, Held itself so tight, I could feel its ribs ache. But, today, the earth began to smell again. What had been locked in its chest Began to push back out at the world today. Soon, primroses and garlic will… Continue reading The Wild Breath