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A tale of a shipwreck | A Certain Confusion
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Thoughts of a writer of sorts. A tale of a shipwreck. Having spent much of yesterday in a state of baffled disbelief, this overwrought analogy came to mind – it seemed quite profound this morning; I’m not so sure now…. Pat McDonald, flickr). Let me tell you a story about a ship:. What do the flags’ colours signify? When the passengers and crew feel that. To keep progressing in the right direction, to speed along as fast as possible and not risk losing her way under a red flag. There was more dissent ...
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May | 2015 | A Certain Confusion
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Thoughts of a writer of sorts. Month: May, 2015. May 9, 2015. A tale of a shipwreck. Having spent much of yesterday in a state of baffled disbelief, this overwrought analogy came to mind – it seemed quite profound this morning; I’m not so sure now…. Pat McDonald, flickr). Let me tell you a story about a ship:. What do the flags’ colours signify? When the passengers and crew feel that. To keep progressing in the right direction, to speed along as fast as possible and not risk losing her way under a red fl...
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A point of listening | A Certain Confusion
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Thoughts of a writer of sorts. A point of listening. If a tree doesn’t fall and there’s no one around…? When I was 15 or so, I had to do work experience. Clearly my only experience of work till then had been teachers, so I ended up helping in a class at my old primary school for two weeks. There I met William, a 5-or-6-year-old whom I was asked to read with because he was struggling a bit. Every time William encountered a word he didn’t know, he would say. Cascella began with film and sound of a gang of ...
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Election party! | A Certain Confusion
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Thoughts of a writer of sorts. 8220;Who will win the General Election? 8221; seems to be the way the question is being framed by a lot of commentators as we approach polling day. With the voting surveys inconclusive, various people are jostling for pre-emptive positions on what they would consider to be a ‘legitimate’ government. In particular, I’ve noticed Nick Clegg, current leader of the Liberal Democrats, talking as if he will again be the ‘kingmaker’. But all this talk of ‘legitimacy’. Well, they st...
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A Certain Confusion | Thoughts of a writer of sorts | Page 2
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Thoughts of a writer of sorts. February 23, 2016. Response to a writing exercise at work. February 22, 2016. My favourite joke, which I’m still kind of waiting for my daughters to get, is: ‘What’s brown and sticky? Their humour is even less sophisticated. Iris likes knock-knock jokes but her punchlines never have anything to do with the name of the person at the door. Edith’s favourite knock-knock joke is ‘Knock, knock.’ ‘Who’s there? Response to a writing exercise at work. February 21, 2016. I see their...
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Silence | A Certain Confusion
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Thoughts of a writer of sorts. Photo by Mr. Kris on Flickr. I’ve always thought of myself as somewhat invisible; now I might add silent to that – albeit in a more positive way. At a conference about silences today, I tried very hard to maintain my own silence, but was ultimately unsuccessful, engaging in two or three interesting conversations and even asking a question in a session. I know, right? Essentially, however, I am a. December 17, 2013. One Comment to “Silence”. June 18, 2014 at 8:18 pm. You are...
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Revolutions, 1-7 | A Certain Confusion
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Thoughts of a writer of sorts. I am underneath the McDonalds at Guy’s Hospital in London for another Points of Listening. 4] A breath, a wind blowing, blowing what where? A shiver. Within the wind, other currents haling over glass bottles, evoking landscapes, vitreous humours of distant worlds. Deep-throated whale song and the tinkle of chimes, chimes with whatever it is you are trying to say. I doubt it, but it has become a possibility through the superposition of waving electrowaves. The spatial nature...
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October | 2014 | A Certain Confusion
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Thoughts of a writer of sorts. Month: October, 2014. October 25, 2014. All kinds of dangerous things that give our life meaning. Note: These texts were inspired, spoken or unspoken during Death: clinical, historical and philosophical perspectives on dying. An event that formed part of King’s College London’s 2014 Festival of the Humanities. Simon Le P Kane. Working at the Death Star. DIAGNOSIS: Tumour Has It - @ karen hobbs. DIAGNOSIS: Lovely Lady Lump - @ LanaSchwarcz. Act One @ edfringegmo.
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Anonymous | A Certain Confusion
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Thoughts of a writer of sorts. In Cambridge, walking down lanes with memories. Piss Alley (Kings Lane), the way to my old college. Round the backs. Is that the house where…? Despite the tone of this, which I wrote on Saturday night on my way to a drinks reception, I had a very pleasant weekend in Cambridge, staying in student accommodation at Christ’s College and attending a workshop on the Uses and Abuses of Biology. September 22, 2014. One Comment to “Anonymous”. September 24, 2014 at 8:32 am.
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December | 2014 | A Certain Confusion
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Thoughts of a writer of sorts. Month: December, 2014. December 11, 2014. I am underneath the McDonalds at Guy’s Hospital in London for another Points of Listening. 4] A breath, a wind blowing, blowing what where? A shiver. Within the wind, other currents haling over glass bottles, evoking landscapes, vitreous humours of distant worlds. Deep-throated whale song and the tinkle of chimes, chimes with whatever it is you are trying to say. What resonance emerges between these pieces? A choir of electronic ton...