"I want my work to make people sane"
"No two people can ever read the same book or watch the same play.
That is the wonder of being an artist, you are co-creating something in the mind's eye of the witness."
"Ideas aren't created, they're noticed."
"The writer is nothing more than the first person to read it."
"Sometimes being a writer also means being a reader"
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Snow
Last night was a success.
The Snow fell gently into the night and by the morning covered the tired pavements in a shiny fur coat, glistening and fresh. Coming home on a december Sunday, sheepish to offend its sanctity. Perfection.
The building is alive. A buzzing hive of familial affairs in the run up to Christmas, and I, in own cocoon, boil a ketle on the hob to wake me from my partial slumber. Mmm the coffee tastes bitter.
What will I write today?
The Snow fell gently into the night and by the morning covered the tired pavements in a shiny fur coat, glistening and fresh. Coming home on a december Sunday, sheepish to offend its sanctity. Perfection.
The building is alive. A buzzing hive of familial affairs in the run up to Christmas, and I, in own cocoon, boil a ketle on the hob to wake me from my partial slumber. Mmm the coffee tastes bitter.
What will I write today?
Monday, 24 October 2011
Feeding Squirrels
About half ten this morning I was feeding some squirrels seeds in Kelvingrove park.
They are so cute and intelligent, when they want more they stand up on their hin legs and look right into your eyes, they communicate to you with their body language. Very sweet.
One came right up to me and stepped on my shoe, the darling.
It was a touching moment.
Reminded me of how much I love the animals and nature.
They are so cute and intelligent, when they want more they stand up on their hin legs and look right into your eyes, they communicate to you with their body language. Very sweet.
One came right up to me and stepped on my shoe, the darling.
It was a touching moment.
Reminded me of how much I love the animals and nature.
Thursday, 20 October 2011
Client and Hooker
I "improvised" this in my writing for performance class yesterday during an exercise where you don't know where it's going - every 2 lines are meant to do what whole scene usually does. I fear it's a bit "cheesy" but then again I think here's something in it somewhere, you tell me.
CLIENT: Uh… Nice place… What, uh, what do we do about the cash?
HOOKER: I usually jist get them tae put it on the sideboard before we… well, ye know.
CLIENT: Have you been… doing this for long then?
HOOKER: Naw, no really, jist a couple months. I need the cash tae get tests done fir ma wean, ken? Find oot who his da is and if he’s… well… awright ah suppose.
CLIENT: Really? That sounds important, maybe I could….
HOOKER: …Naw! It’s bad enough awready… bit hanks.
CLIENT: What? You’re too proud to accept help for your own kid?
HOOKER: Aye I’m tae proud, I don’t want tae feel I owe any cunt anyhin, now can we jist get awn with it.
CLIENT: No, I’m not sure any more, doesn’t feel right.
HOOKER: Right? You didnae come here tae fuckin’ church. You said you wanted tae help, now yer gonnae cheat me oot a huner quid?
CLIENT: You can take the money anyway, you need it more than I do, I’m off.
HOOKER: Ye snooty cunt ye, ye sanctimonious fuck, you dinnae gie a fuck aboot me but yer conscience ya bam. Maybe ye should go tae church.
CLIENT: Oi! I don’t need to take this, not from a fuckin’ whore.
HOOKER: Aw showin yer true colours now aren’t ye? See what ah mean? You men are aw the same, a wummins no a wummin tae you, she’s someone tae use or someone who needs savin’, no a fuckin wummin.
CLIENT: Look, I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it, I was just, angry that… I was just trying to help.
HOOKER: Well ye didnae. If ye want tae help then ye know what tae do...
...Lets jist pretend this never happened, ok?
HOOKER: I usually jist get them tae put it on the sideboard before we… well, ye know.
CLIENT: Have you been… doing this for long then?
HOOKER: Naw, no really, jist a couple months. I need the cash tae get tests done fir ma wean, ken? Find oot who his da is and if he’s… well… awright ah suppose.
CLIENT: Really? That sounds important, maybe I could….
HOOKER: …Naw! It’s bad enough awready… bit hanks.
CLIENT: What? You’re too proud to accept help for your own kid?
HOOKER: Aye I’m tae proud, I don’t want tae feel I owe any cunt anyhin, now can we jist get awn with it.
CLIENT: No, I’m not sure any more, doesn’t feel right.
HOOKER: Right? You didnae come here tae fuckin’ church. You said you wanted tae help, now yer gonnae cheat me oot a huner quid?
CLIENT: You can take the money anyway, you need it more than I do, I’m off.
HOOKER: Ye snooty cunt ye, ye sanctimonious fuck, you dinnae gie a fuck aboot me but yer conscience ya bam. Maybe ye should go tae church.
CLIENT: Oi! I don’t need to take this, not from a fuckin’ whore.
HOOKER: Aw showin yer true colours now aren’t ye? See what ah mean? You men are aw the same, a wummins no a wummin tae you, she’s someone tae use or someone who needs savin’, no a fuckin wummin.
CLIENT: Look, I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it, I was just, angry that… I was just trying to help.
HOOKER: Well ye didnae. If ye want tae help then ye know what tae do...
...Lets jist pretend this never happened, ok?
Wednesday, 19 October 2011
My First Sonnet - Your Joy
It seemed as though all of your joy had died
The way you shut me out and built a wall
You seemed so pained I had to wonder why
I only caught a glimpse but that was all
Still I can tell you're hurt, what do you hide?
That's something I don't think I'll ever know
What do you feel? What do you keep inside?
Who are you underneath the front you show?
The only thing I found in you was me
And all I thought you were was but a dream
A ghost, a silhouette, a fantasy
You were a shadow cast upon a screen
Although I'm not sure what I sought in you
It seems somehow that I have fought for you
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Hope for us yet...
...I'm a bit sick and tired of hearing that the whole world is coming to an end so I thought I'd share some positive news.
Houses made of Plastic Bottles
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-latin-america-15505130
Greening the Dessert
We Can Recycle Plastic
Homemade Solar Air Heater
The Light of Life
Houses made of Plastic Bottles
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-latin-america-15505130
Sunday, 2 October 2011
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