WRITING


  • Jan 5th Afternoon

    I’m making this post at my coffee table, not because I have something wonderful to say, but because I think it is good also to get down to work, and write things regularly. This is my focus here, to turn my amorphous present-moment and the thoughts of my mind into a coherent dialogue. So here’s…

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  • Yukio Mishima – The Sound of Waves

    “Whether left or right, I am for violence.” – Mishima Anyone who knows mishima will most likely not be so familiar with this one: “The Sound Of Waves”, I’m sure a million reviews for such books as “confessions of a mask” or “the sailor who fell from grace with the sea”, exist and are out…

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  • I Was Wrong Regarding The Secret History

    About 3 years ago now, I thought I was most certainly done with a certain Secret History. Little did I realise, and much did I mistake what I had lived through and read every detail of would haunt me across a span of 3 or so years. This is one of those moments where i…

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  • Counting Stars

    Out there, one,Three,A million, oh,Back to the thick resistance,The unflinching violent calm of always,Always, always, to and fro,Going to places only we know,A box a box a bulletproof box,Unleash the loaded anchor down,We pitch words up and so they sing,And ring down heavy, blowing winds,They see us through as we seal the feeling,And disconnect the…

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  • In Review: the Brotherhood of the Bell

    “I cannot believe they literally tried to make antigravity”   Too much of the world seems stale, sober and sterile tonight; it’s a night where I will be getting no good sleep either. At 5 minutes to three I made my decision, that I was to take some caffeine, and just empty my mind onto…

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  • In Review: The Wind-up Bird Chronicle

    And some thoughts on the author, Haruki Murakami I was maybe 17 or 18 when I first was told about this book. It was recommended by a boy I respected, so the contemplation toward reading it happily sat on my backburner for over a decade. Then, aged 28 and-a-bit, and having so loved the first…

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