vendredi 5 septembre 2014

AwkwordPaperCut


The September edition of New York's AwkwordPaperCut is out. You can read it here. There is video poetry, art, music, story-telling and more.... I was invited to write a piece of flash fiction on the theme of the Mob or the Herd, you can read (and listen to) my story, The Watching Crowd.


dimanche 17 août 2014

Summer books


Am planning to take these texts when I travel: a P.D James detective novel, Mary Midgely (The Myths we Live By), Francois Cheng (The Way of Beauty), a Pierre Hadot book for some dry, but thoughtful Greek philosophy, a collection of American short stories recommended on an excellent summer reading list here, a Le Monde magazine edition about Levis-Strauss, a recent novel about death by French writer Maylis de Kerangal and a very old green hard-backed collection of Katherine Mansfield's letters, bought by my grandma in 1929. I am opting for Kindle and books and my bag is rather heavy!

vendredi 8 août 2014

Visual Verse : The Cerulean Song

I have another little piece over at Visual Verse this month. You can read my text, the latest installment of Aunt Dorothea's letters to Clementine if you click just here.

Visual Verse is an inspiring project; brilliant to read, look at and write for. Check out some great writing by Edan Lepuki, Sohini Basak and others....read, read, read...

jeudi 24 juillet 2014

Books By My Bed : in total disorder



We only moved house three weeks ago. Yet, I appear to have already recreated the messy pile of books by my bed. This pile appears to have a life of it's own, to be attached to me; like Linus's security blanket in Charlie Brown, wherever I go, my pile travels with me. At the moment there are ( in total disorder) : Jasper FForde, Lost in a Good Book, three matching brown Muji notebooks, one small black notebook, David Vann Goat Mountain, P.D James Trilogy of Death, Elias Cannetti Masse et Puissance, Francoise Dolto Tout est Langage, Wilkie Collin The Woman in White and various research notes and articles for I play that I am writing. There's also a loom bracelet, a bottle of water, a pen and a dead fly...

jeudi 17 juillet 2014

Writing news: Visual Verse


     I have another piece on the brilliant website Visual Verse. I am using each inspiring image, as a woman writing postcards home each month! Follow part two of the journey here. Or here: http://visualverse.org/submissions/vive-la-reine-long-live-queen/

And just as a little appetizer, here are a few words describing the latest adventures of Aunt Dorothea :

To my dear niece Clementine,
     Our trip to China has been postponed, for the moment Albert and I are stranded in Paris. The summer days are long and hazy, the streets tainted with the colour of treacle. I do love it here in July. Albert spends his time playing chess with Boris, an organic farmer who comes to visit his family in the Marais quarter every summer. Albert and Boris are to be found each morning at ten, on the terrace of the Café des Amis. They sit hunched over their game of chess, ignoring their steaming cups of espresso, until the liquid turns cold and bitter.
     I watch them from afar, sipping my petit crème. I read Le Monde and peruse the pages of Paris Match. The chess pieces slip and slide across the chequered board. The knight hopping, the castle commandeering, the poor little pawns the foot soldiers of the game, murdered on mass by the others......

mercredi 25 juin 2014

Sorting books

I write. I read. I have far too many books and I am moving in four days. In the garage of the new house are fifty boxes containing my dad's books, my grandparents books and possible their parents books. There are books everywhere; books I keep for the title (ex a scientific theory of bowls), old books, new books, a blue book (my sister gave me), classic books and modern fiction. There are kids books, non-fiction books, cookery books and those which I keep by my bed, just because I want them close while I sleep. Some books house so many memories I'd like to chuck them on a bonfire and watch them burn. Other books are unfamiliar, I don't know how they got on to my shelf. I've made so many boxes of books, I can't count. They bring me laughter, bewilderment, a nest to escape to, miracles for dreaming,   a place to hide.  

mardi 24 juin 2014

Foucault against Foucault



Been watching an Arte documentary "Foucault contre Foucault" about the astonishing nomadic French thinker, philosopher, Foucault. He says,

"Do not ask me who I am and do not ask me to stay the same: this is a moral and civic right".

I love this idea, rather like Montaigne, that morals and thoughts should evolve, transform with situations. Montaigne says we never swim in the same river water twice. Foucault strives with each book, each oeuvre, to challenge Foucault.