Blue in the Face

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  • Proffer

    Proffer

    Something has been playing on my mind this week. A thought about reconciliation. A Triptych. The first, an explanation: Sitting at a table, a lover describes why she knowingly said that hurtful thing, the other holds her hand and listens. The second, often religious, is an offering: A poor man holds out his hands, empty, Read more

  • On (Not) Identifying with Your Own Thoughts.

    On (Not) Identifying with Your Own Thoughts.

    That judgement I just made, that impulse of derision, disdain; is it mine?Or someone else’s? Who’s? My mother and father’s, surely they’d not claim it either, and besides it happened in my mind. The laughter in my belly ricocheted around, lips up curling, squint; are you mine? Or someone else’s? The friend opposite, it was Read more

  • Little Hand in Big Hand.

    Little Hand in Big Hand.

    You’re on a train, looking out the window, fields in bloom rushing past, and warm spring light everywhere. That is where I wrote this from: I miss you. Child; seeing, sawing, feet aloft.Brother – throwing amorous arms at hostile things.Dog, eyes bright, begging, full of all the softness.Tree, large, and climbed. Full of apples, I Read more

  • A Projector

    A Projector

    I write a thing about pain and hunger. One masquerading as the other. I write about not knowing. Not knowing whether eating will soothe or amplify the pain. I write that this dilemma is analogous to my relationship with creativity. Sometimes I hunger to write, other times there is just pain. Sometimes the making/writing sates, Read more

  • Dodgy Origami

    Dodgy Origami

    I haven’t posted anything on here for a little while and I feel guilty about it. The absence of my posting is a signal to me of my inability to delve and resolve. I have been writing, but posting seems to require reaching somewhere, some concrete thing. I end up trying to write about my Read more

  • Fallen Leaves

    Fallen Leaves

    Fallen Leaves by Aki Kaurismäki begins in a supermarket. Meat is piled onto a conveyor belt, scanned, and bought. Shelves are stocked, older food reduced or trashed. Some gorging/disgorging loop recurs here. And Ansa, played by Alma Pöysti, works away within it, judging and condemning out of date cheeses. Sitting down to watch a film Read more