Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
20:133
In the attic of religion
I find my state of mind.
A polite smile that
offers no opinion,
too worried of offending,
revealing what people
you love never
realised.
Religious? No.
Unbelieving?
…No, I believe
God is like Frankenstein,
he created,
panicked,
and left us to
find our own way.
Our free will.
He created us,
but we evolved ourselves,
no one else to blame.
No one else to
turn to.
The Accidental by Ali Smith
The first chapter I found hard to get into, but halfway through Astrid’s point of view I was hooked. The mystery of Amber was intriguing, but it was more the strong, vastly different voices of each family member and their dilemmas that drew me in.
I loved Michael’s chapter that turned into poems to describe his state of mind/activities. Each one was done perfectly.
Each character felt very human and believable, even Amber. The aftermath of her presence on each family member is brilliantly described. I particularly loved Morgan’s obsession with escalators and Michael’s hypochondriac behaviour. Even Astrid’s more upbeat attitude is shadowed with the knowledge the family is losing money.
This book makes you feel you don’t need to know more about Amber’s character, because she fully serves her purpose anyway. I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed reading this.
The class for this is on point of view, and I can see why we were told to read it. Each character has a very unique point of view due to their age and experience of the world. I’m rather jealous of Ali Smith for accomplishing it so well.
20:132
Feed your soul,
not the physical.
Let your mouth rest
so your tongue can
forget taste, make
it magical again.
Your aching brain
will evaporate
with imagination,
embrace the
impossible
and feel
alive again.
Sorry for the lack of posts. I have no excuse. I’ve been furloughed again and have had the time, just not the motivation. I have some stuff ready to put up so I’m hoping I’ll actually get the energy to do it soon.
Hope everyone is well and doing okay in this crazy, scary world of ours
20:131
A lake of ice separating
everything, anything.
Chip at the thick, frozen
water to form cracks, signs,
evidence you are trying.
Trapped beneath, unable to
breathe, chip, bang, struggle
to the surface…
Or, is it, in fact, you’re already
above, and chipping to
get below?
Pause, hesitate, unable to
decide. Identify where you are,
and what you need.
Perhaps this lake of ice
is the best solution.
20:127
Releasing the kindness
encased within,
touching skin like a snowflake
and melting into hope.
20:129
Clinging to some jumbled
phrases, shaping them
into meaning.
Is this helping? Or
highlighting something
that should have
stayed buried, and
stomped beneath the dirt.
20:130
Pressure,
you can’t fail
or you’ll be weeded out,
forgotten,
gone.
20:126
The world is ending,
and people still won’t
help themselves.
They are too set in their ways.
They will complain,
resist, until they
choke and sink forever.
20:127
Releasing the kindness
encased within,
touching skin like a snowflake
and melting into hope.
Scribbled Thoughts