Museums can be nice. I liked the Montréal Museum of Fine Art very much. But I think I miss the metro more. It put London to shame. And I suppose I miss poutine. And Christmas spent alone in an equally lonely city, an island of nearly two million missing for a day. And I miss …
In the chrysalis.
Subsequently published by Floodlight Editions. In the chrysalis, of this, marplot moment, Let our love be buried, On the backs of turtledoves. And be the blanket for my bones. . For when our parabola snaps, And the sinews give way, Our time will push the tide in. .
Exhaustion
I wish, between the spinal synapses, I could insert a key, the teeth slotting into place like a bird, landing upon a telegraph wire. . And waiting, it would turn, it's wings would spread, and exhaustion, slowly, would spring. . Outwards, amber exhaustion, melliferous it malingers, before gushing from my pores, a Vesuvian embrace. . …
Antinatalism, or, the Defining Moral Question of the 21st Century
A lengthy, discursive engagement with various works on antinatalism - a little known philosophy I've been interested in for the past five years - examining what it is and why people subscribe to it.
Highfields
Subsequently published as a poem by Floodlight Editions. As merry as the day was long, I wandered, winderly, Demure amber, skyward, encased the thread of day, And I read the benches of the barely dead. . Planted I turned to the lake, As, aimlessly, the moorhens mawked and paddled, Away, The slithers of the day, …
REVIEW: Common People: An Anthology of Working Class Writers, ed. Kit de Waal (pp.308)
Review of Common People, a recent anthology of contemporary working class writers edited by Kit de Waal.
‘Lost my shape / Trying to act casual!’: Autism and HE.
I had to develop my own ways of dealing with being different. By the time I had got to university I'd come up with a strategy, and the strategy was really simple: don't interact with people of your own age, just turn up, get straight As, and I wouldn't speak to anyone."Chris Packham in Asperger's …
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This Blog: An Apologia
In penning an apologia, it would appear that I'm on the backfoot before this blog has even begun. And, yet, it feels inexplicably neccessary. Whilst lacking the theological tensions, intentions, and pretensions of John Henry Newman, it feels important - in a veritable ocean of bloggers more articulate than I - to adumbrate what this …
No Gods, No Masters 