Taught

A short creative response to ‘The Sun, One Saturday’ from Dinesh Allirajah’s Scent: The Collected Works.   My parents taught me shame Made me hide my body away when it changed and grew   My teachers taught me anatomy Then reminded me that it was something not to discuss   My friends taught me embarrassment…

Eidolon

Another creative response, only this time it was inspired by Sandeep Parmar’s Eidolon. I’ve also been reading Madeline Miller’s The Song of Achilles in my downtime, so that has definitely had an influence on this. Hope you enjoy:   At night, he dreams of war. He dreams of ancient soldiers charging with him across a field,…

Origin of Love

This piece is a creative response to ‘Origin of Tears’, a poem from Factory of Tears by Valzhyna Mort. I kept to the style of the original poem as much as I could, but changed the subject matter to one that is more personal to me.   love this is when your life is split…

Review: City of God

City of God (Cidade de Deus) is a Brazilian film adaptation of the novel of the same name, written by Paulo Lins and published in 1997. Lins grew up in the city of god favela (a Brazilian slum within urban areas) where both the novel and the film are set, and as such the novel is partially an auto-biographical…

Review: Tate Liverpool

Modern art has always been something of a mystery to me. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy some art immensely—earlier this year, I visited the Scottish National Gallery and spent a good ten minutes staring at this statue of Cain and Abel—but most modern art has always bewildered me. More often than not, seemingly meaningless and…

Review: After Dark

Haruki Murakami’s novel After Dark, first published in Tokyo in 2004 and later translated into English for publication in Great Britain in 2007, is chock-full of mysterious and uniquely enigmatic imagery that can scarcely be found elsewhere. The voice and perspective of the narrator, which includes us the reader in its plural third-person overview of…

My life is not a city.

This piece is a creative response to ‘I want to be a tourist’, an autobiographical poem from the anthology Geography for the Lost by Kapka Kassabova. I tried to stick to her original structure in the poem (five stanzas of four lines), but under direction of my tutor I wrote about the ‘city’ of my life, as it were. In I…

Mulder, it’s me.

This first entry will serve as a small autobiographical introduction, but I promise that future entries will be less self-absorbed and definitely more creative. My name is James Oliver. I was born in November 1997, which, at the time of writing, makes me eighteen years old. My place of residence is England. I usually live in the North, tucked…