Tuesday, 26 April 2011





Someone with a real dry sense of humour and lovely temperament passed away this weekend; I had to take the call today when his brother let us know. Completely coincidentally, I found photos of the above exhibition online a few hours later, about memory and memorialising.

I now want to cover his office entirely in crochet cobwebs.

R.I.P. D.O.

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

Pop Quiz

Sometimes I wonder why it is that I'm socially awkward...


Other times, I seem to know.

Monday, 18 April 2011


"Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence."
Richard Yates

Thursday, 14 April 2011

Workshop for Potential Literature

I've been reading a lot about the Oulipo lately; a literary group who impose rigidly invented structures on writing. Almost imposing a box for themselves to them to not so much think outside of but stretch themselves outside in.

Some favourite ideas...

Poems written with syllables that spell out your dog's name, reader unaware (so that the pup's interest is picqued when the right word following another sounds the same as his given monikker).

Beautiful outlaw (belle absente) : A poem which may not include the letters from your loved one's name, for whom it is written.

A novel called X20 (more thoroughly explained here) where cigarette cravings and chapters co-habit.


Now I'm finishing up 'Jealousy' by Alain Robbe-Grillet where the 'absent' narrator occupies every scene without making much of a mark or reference to himself, but watchfully and enviously suspects(and thus notes) that his wife seems to be falling in love with someone else. It's fascinatingly done.

Barriers in the way of writing no longer seem like a wholly negative notion. Perhaps they will eventually encourage the imagination to sprout.