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It would please me to think that the words here are muttered inside heads. Not lived by nor doted upon but used to pursue courage. Perhaps this is in the face of a decision, or perhaps to encourage adventurous notions, making someone go where otherwise may have been left undiscovered. This is the influence that I would like these words to have - discovery and adventure - whether that be within the being or within the world.

Sunday, 8 July 2012


His arms reflect his existence. They are strong. They pick things up, make sense of them, and set them down again at a different angle, in a way that they can now be dealt with, picked up by weaker arms to be held and to be used.

He picks me up. He turns me upside down and shakes them best bits from me, leaving my ‘Top10’ assets neatly lined up in single file on the floor at his feet. He sets my shell back down to one side and that too crumples into a pile beside him, my face turned upwards to him, staring. He picks up each piece from the floor and holds it in his cupped hands; he turns it over and over, peering inside the nooks and crannies, running his thumbs over the cracks, working it out. Then, not breaking it, not stretching it, he begins to work on it. He moulds it with his hands, rubs at the edges, using his index fingers as tools, altering the smallest elements. Slowly, without irrational movement and without hesitation, he works his way systematically through each item at his feet. Each time he works only until he is satisfied. He comes to the last. My body is the last, the shell that was the packaging for all of the other parts. He stops. He studies my upturned face. He does not move towards it. He turns away.

In the same manner as the alterations were made, he puts me back together. He takes the items from by his feet and piles me full once more until I stand next to him once again. He checks me, swinging my arms, rotating my neck, touching my lips, ensuring that I am still the same. He picks me up at the waist and raises me in the air slowly, running his eyes down my body, over my face. He places me back down gently in front of him. Satisfaction.

He turns his back on me and walks away.


Ode to Colm: “Man…. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived"

Wednesday, 4 July 2012


The things that they aspire to have change, shifted beyond recognition.The values that they live by and the parts of life that they love have swung a trajectory that has landed in a place that is not better nor worse than where is started. For all things are equal.

Where before the ironic concreteness and stability of religion inspired people to give their lives and everyday thoughts, now freedom and liberty replace these in a world that gives so much stability that people struggle to retain their belief of free will and self control. As people persuade themselves in their daily lives of their liberty, you see them acting dramatically and desperately in ways which perhaps do nothing but define their chains to societal expectations

Wednesday, 27 June 2012


  • Pronunciation:/wʌɪld/

    A) living or growing in the natural environment; not domesticated nor cultivated 
  • B) uninhabited, uncultivated, or inhospitable:
  • C)lacking discipline or restraint:
  • D)not based on sound reasoning or probability:
  • E) deemed to have any value, suit, colour, or other property in a game at the discretion of the player holding it.