February 2011
5 posts
The Unbearably Stoic Antagonist / Count Lara in...
“And that sarcastic levity of tongue,
The stinging of a heart the world hath stung”
1.
Not in the east. Not in the west
Unlike the spectral moon himself.
I waited for time to pass our traumas by
like he fell over me in error
with the smashing of a mirror or the
dropping of a bomb
I waited for his age to wear my
fear away with the one memory
of joy he could recount
but it was...
Elegy #1 - Sian S. Rathore
First Elegy
Would it go unnoticed now if I shouted a name and left it Ringing around the room? I feel I’d be left fading into the heaviness of incense-smoked air, pressing me into insignificance, whilst we still covet unattainable beauty, golden ratios; there’s no such thing as a divine proportion, because the more concise the angle between an eye and a lip the greater the horror, the...
Tradition and the Individual Talent - Modernist...
Modernism is a broad term for the cultural movement beginning roughly in the early 20th century, and is believed to be a response to several advances in our understanding of the world, ourselves, and the people and things around us. At this time our understanding of ourselves was questioned when advances in psychology were made by Freud and his Interpretation of Dreams became widely available; our...
Threads Across the Dinner-Table - Sian S. Rathore
First the orange wool, taped to the dinner table long and loose, and when it moves, its every thread is visible; from a dismantled stereo fraying and alive, its purpose to transmit, pulled taut across the chipping pine. The jeering orange quivers - or maybe my eyes are twitching. I am absorbed, I am absorbed by every gentle fibre. Now red; I lift the tape which wears my skin, crude ...
