The Inevitable Heat Death of Daniela Ashe

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At 11.48am on a mildly warm and breezy late spring morning in Bath, a young man is tidying away chairs and tables in a large marquee, the evidence of the previous evening’s nuptials strewn haphazardly over the muslin carpet. His languid and arrhythmic movements betray signs of the night’s events, yet with the lingering impression of an accepting, almost satisfied, smile. Continue reading

The Inevitable Heat Death of Daniela Ashe (Draft v1)

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[Original image by Wolfgang Staudt]

[An elaboration and continuation of It all started with]

At 9.48am on a mildly warm and breezy late spring morning in Bath, a young man is tidying chairs and tables away in a large marquee, the evidence of the previous evening’s nuptials strewn haphazardly over the muslin carpet. His languid and arrhythmic movements betray signs of the night’s events, yet with the lingering impression of an accepting, almost satisfied, smile. Continue reading

The Archivist

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[Original image by Aftab Uzzaman]

[A variation and continuation ofBefore I went to bed’ and another pieceThe Archivist]

Appearances were no longer of concern to me. Instead I’d decided I was taking a break from the world; from the parade self-indulgence that had suddenly become so glaringly obvious, yet to which I wished to return with every atom in my body. But it was too late: that boat had sailed, with a broken compass, an incomplete map and a blinkered captain. Continue reading

Before I went to bed

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Before I went to bed, my mother gave me some small bites of food. I felt like a disabled animal being nursed back to health, but I didn’t care. Appearances were no longer of concern to me, much less for the benefit of my mother. In fact, I’d been ‘holding it together’ for so long – in that crudely normal way – that I thought I owed her the honesty. Continue reading

The Turquoise Boy

Image by Tim Green

Image by Tim Green

The Turquoise Boy
Edited from feedback: 21 May 2016

If there is a colour in paradise it is certainly turquoise. For Mother and Father it is the colour of their newborn boy, innocent and pure, lovingly cradled and doted upon by his inexpressibly happy parents. It is the colour of his shallow eyes as they fill with the world around him with the knowledge and encounter of phenomena that gently draws him from this to that; from one to all; from me to I and eventually to you.
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My writing questionnaire…

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So I thought it high-time I took on a writing course; subjected myself to failure, learning, and perhaps even moderate success in completing something. Or perhaps I’ll just enjoy learning again, and meeting some interesting people.

Que sera, sera!

Why do I want to write?
Because it’s often quite tortuous to have an idea, insight, fleet-of-foot line of thought that you then do no follow
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900 words (to tell you that I love you)

Recently, independent publisher of European novellas Peirene Press ran a 900 word short story competition.

Not only was I over 2 weeks late in realising, (and this was after I’d already written the following piece on a train journey to Sheffield) I also wasn’t aware that there was a specific brief to which I subsequently did not adhere!

Yes, I’m terrible with deadlines and guidelines.

But I thought I’d share it anyhow.

900 words (to tell you that I love you)

We’ve just met and already it feels like an Epic. Continue reading

‘Show, don’t tell.’


“Stop trying to say something and say it!”

These words pounce on to the page as I try to write the introduction to a response to watching 21 grams for the first time. Appropriate, as I stared at the three previous abortive attempts. And further appropriate as they sum up what I actually want to say…

A lot is made of narrative structure: the kind that accommodates pragmatically measured ‘acts’; reveals, clinchers, revelations, restoration, progress, catharsis. I have found that in recent years a lot of cinema has been released solely to satisfy this kind of ‘fix’-narrative, providing highly satisfying experiences… at the expense of moving its audience.

Is this done in anticipation of reviews? Of expectancy? Of an apparent decreasing span of attention and/or sensitivity to stimuli in new audiences?

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Tχ – ‘Tumbleweed’

Tumbleweed

Tumbleweed rolled across my feet. I followed it with great concentration, perhaps hanging on to one of the last tangible objects I could see in existence. Except, of course, “me” and the gaggle of suited ‘corporate looking’ individuals conversing somewhere in the foreground. Foreground. I noted how redundant this term now seemed: with no reference points available in the expansive plateaux of grey, blue and milk white, I couldn’t tell if they were ten metres or ten miles away. I looked to the sky in order to distract myself and was relieved to see the blue expanse still watching over. To my left I could make out the weak outline of the moon. At least something survived I noted with little enthusiasm. Continue reading

Compote of Qfwfq

Qfwfq and the merry Alea band of Jamsters shall be making an appearance at Poppy Corbett’s ‘The Jam’ – an evening of live music, stand up comedy, performance poetry, burlesque, new writing and a few other tasty treats from the artists of London Town…

 

Based at Artsadmin’s Toynbee Studios, in their friendly and comfortable bar, this event is shaping up to be a brilliant little night!

 For more information, and to book your ticket, click >>>- HERE -<<<

Tχ – ‘The Prospect’

The Prospect

The chasm of silence that followed my ill-thought-out response had convinced me the voices were hatching as brutal an end for me as they could possibly conceive of. Again, I reflected: if I recall key stage two Science correctly, the Big Bang refers to a large ‘explosion’ that constituted the birth of the universe. Conversely, Creation indicates an act of God and the proffered 7 days it took to ‘build’ the Earth and inhabit it. I would have to clarify which they were referring to, exclusively, to avoid any future confusion and/or miscommunication. It would not make for a very happy workplace and we all know what conflicting dogmas tend to result in.

“Our new employers will be arriving soon,”; the first voice again, “we’ve been briefed-“

“Thanks to you”; Gambon. Continue reading

A Rock, a Hard Place, and some Coffee

“I should have realised when I saw the word ‘Apprentice’” spat my friend, guzzling the fuel of the full-time-unemployed-application-writer (obscenely strong coffee). I consoled:

“Excuse the…lateral…use of language, but it’s symptomatic of the late ‘paradigm shift’ that has seen a stick of dynamite lit at both ends, with the only question being Which way to face when the fuse is up?” My rhetoric struck a chord, despite its redundant flamboyance.

“Which way do you think I should face, Qfwfq?” continued my friend, fanning away with yet another rejection letter. Quite why we had decided to drink coffee on the hottest day in history I do not know; perhaps it was some form of self harm. Continue reading