The below is a poem about a recent social media argument between science communicator, scientist and PhD candidate Upulie Divisekera (follow on Twitter @upulie ) and a very famous tech entrepreneur after he made some sweeping generalisations and dismissive statements. My little effort is styled upon Walt Whitman's When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer. When I … Continue reading Of nano, knowledge and social media
Poetry
Under a spell
There is a final sentence in one of Tim Winton's short stories in his intertwined anthology The Turning that winded me with its beauty, poise and connectedness to what had gone before. I can't remember the story exactly, it was one of those grim seaside slices of life he is an expert at crafting, but … Continue reading Under a spell
unManley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins was an innovative and scholarly poet, if mostly unpublished in his lifetime. His unquiet poems, with their vivid descriptions in sprung rhythm still resonate with me. As an individual, he was a depressive, diminutive and devout man, out of sync with his world. Thus, he remains somehow familiar, and supremely current, except … Continue reading unManley Hopkins
Am always and none
Thoughts arising like bubbles in lemonade upon reading about Anatta (anatman). I am not who I was, and yet I am, always. Who I am is not work I am paid to do - as it changes. Will this I stop when work slows like an unwound clock? Who I am is not who I … Continue reading Am always and none
Auto population
The password is saved. Sign in page. Password field auto populates. Not recognised. It doesn't announce "unrecognised". It is not. Not a thing. Nothing. Type in the combination of numbers, symbols and letters. S L O W L Y. A magical incantation breathed through hope. Wait. Capture this: I am not a bot. But I could … Continue reading Auto population
About nothing
Pages are blank today, (where school children should be writing) while across the world there's hell to pay (in bombed out cities, ghosted by cement dust). But I'm sat here imagining all the sparkly things I could say, but don't. I suppose this is a place holder for digital content. Requiring a headline and … Continue reading About nothing
Nightswimming (classes)
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night. I made a decision when I was sick some months ago. Simple as sending an email when I couldn't sleep to change, put things in reverse. And learn. Now in my second term, the water seems more welcoming. Still. It's so much clearer. Each evening I leave my stuff at the water's … Continue reading Nightswimming (classes)
Admiration x 3
I'm not into certain kinds of inspiration. I'm not on Pintrest for the words across artist landscapes or landscaped bodies encouraging me to be all I can be. I'm not a Just Do It person. In fact if you instruct me to Just Do It, I won't. Probably. I'm contrary and often, resistant. Sometimes I'm … Continue reading Admiration x 3
Poiesis-ly speaking
Poïesis is derived from the ancient term which means "to make". First I decided to attempt art for the Sketch Book Project. In (re)making the book it sent out, albeit a 16 page one, I made space for further creativity. Yes, there was commentary, yes there are sketches and doodles over water colours, and collages and colouring … Continue reading Poiesis-ly speaking
I can has art now
I've made a book. Or rather written/illustrated/compiled a thing. It's been a late rush, as it's due in a couple of weeks, but it's all coming together, almost like a plan. It's for the Sketch Book Project, which is run by Brooklyn Art Library. My lil book will be kept there and will be available … Continue reading I can has art now
Writing Bec 