Discuss identity and alterity, and its impact on narration, in two of the following novels: Madame Bovary, The Woman in White, The Portrait of a Lady. Walter Besant considered characterisation, and therefore identity, an author’s key to creating a great novel, arguing that the ‘very first rule in Fiction is that human interest must absolutely … Continue reading On Identity and Alterity – from The Open University module AA316
‘Seaside art concentrates not on individual experiences but the experience of the group’. Based on your study of the representations of the Seaside, to what extent do you agree with this statement? In order to look further into the above statement it is important to first establish what is meant by the term ‘experience’. … Continue reading An exploration of Seaside art – from The Open University module AA100.
I wish I’d finished reading Twelve Bar Blues. Instead my life was fed on lesser books and scant attention paid to daily news. Most book worms see a Potter tome and snooze, I think Rowling’s better than she looks - but - I wish I’d finished reading Twelve Bar Blues. My friends converse … Continue reading Twelve Bar Blues
A puddle’s life can feel mostly unloved. Echoes of rain, they carpet the ground, reflecting the sky but swamped in mud. Mirroring contrails that seem to be drowned. Echoes of rainfall coat the hard ground beneath benches inviting the joggers to sit. Contrailed rainbows, they’re not really drowned just a rippling surface that dries … Continue reading A Puddle’s Life
Such a sweet feeling of release. The choice is made. Your life no longer yours the clock’s tick as alien a sound to ears that soon will hear the stars above. Darkness can’t descend on me, just light. Pure light. Light that sheds no clarity it just cleanses my soul. A simple motion seeks the … Continue reading And So It Ends
‘…than when we’d first begun’ the notes hung, it had been their favourite hymn. She smiled, remembering her father’s bracing tones. The weight of the wavering chorus crushed her low. Slipping unseen from the church she wept and walked to the car that had carried her here to her grief. The roadside trees salute … Continue reading The Unknown Mourner
The saviour of my sanity Walked into the room. A beacon of light To wash away the pain, The view from above Is coloured blue. Cerulean visions Of my life’s detail. A touch of the brow Soothes anguish within, I look into eyes reflecting A life I wish to Leave behind me. … Continue reading Mirrored Blue