As I sit in the café of The Waterside Arts Centre I am chilled slightly. It’s a strange sensation, are the goosebumps on my arm from the gentle air-con breeze, full of freezer like charm or are they from the gaze of a beautifully penned portrait of J P Joule and his majestic corvid friend. … Continue reading Made For Sale – review
In reading 2.2, Catherine Gallagher discusses the opening of Book 1, Chapter 5 of Hard Times, making the point that ‘Like much of the prose of Hard Times, this keynote paragraph carries its point stylistically’ (quoted in A150, Book 3, p. 93). Discuss the relevance of Gallagher’s comment to Hard Times, Book 2, Chapter … Continue reading A discussion on Catherine Gallagher’s comments about Charles Dickens’ novel ‘Hard Times’ – from The Open University module A150.
Where do you go to old man? Do the tracks of the tram match the lines on your face and lead you back through your life? Where do you go to old man? When you step out the door into the world? Do you ever wonder where you’ll end up? Where do you … Continue reading Tram Rider
Today I woke up to an array of texts from across the globe checking if I was ok. I had yet to find out why. I had yet to find out that I would be grateful I woke up at all. I called my parents to find out why they were asking me if I … Continue reading A day of strange sorrow and fierce pride.
The Train Station A cavern of possible futures Which one will you take? Bullet to the city? Steam train to the lake? An open choice before you When you step through that door Go to work as normal? Or rumble ‘cross the moor? Strangers shift around you As you stare up at … Continue reading Piccadilly Collection
Dear Bean, I shouldn’t really call you Bean, I shouldn’t really call you anything. It’s far too familiar. Far too connected to you. You shouldn’t even be you. If I start to think of you as a you this will be so much harder than it already is. But shoulds and shouldn’ts are too late … Continue reading Dear Bean
What does the world bring us? Heartache and destruction? Spring comes, swiftly followed by summer’s sweet decay, then autumn. Morning shows a new day to us. So soon cut short as darkness prevails. We come. Into this world, miniature beacons of light and life, to be tainted by shadow and corruption. Everything ends. Everything … Continue reading Ponderoso