In This Garden

The garden is coming along:

salad garden with peas, spring onions, rocket, mixed lettuce, spicy salad mix, winter puslane and red beet.

spicy salad. excellent in hummus sandwiches.

Jostaberry flower

blackcurrents getting some colour now

mustards have bolted, but the flowers look beautiful and taste good in salads too.

All in pots waiting to go into the ground.

A misty morning a week or two ago.

Current Project Research: collected massive attack shorts #1

I’m currently working on a new short story project that has formed out of an experiment with a Massive Attack song. I was listening to my MP3 player and Babel came on random. Martina Topley-Bird’s lyrics are hard to decipher, but something in the song captured me and gave me a clear sense of narrative.

I tried to find the lyrics online, but most sites ignored the last couple of stanzas or clearly got bits wrong. After listening to it very loudly for a few hours I managed to basically figure out what she might be saying:

Say "it was her babel"
Said it was my babel
It was my babel
Tell all people

Now you know it's over
Rolling off her shoulder
You can take a lighter to the shadows and forget
Was it how she kissed you and then dismissed you
Was it purposeful and was it just to hook you in

Hallucinating, chasing, changing, racing
Breaking, hating till you lost it all
Well you lost your girlfriend, she was not going
Where you were going, you are on your own

He was quick to burning
He was slow to learning
Though his eyes were misted
He still kissed her when she cried
You did your best to replace her
You didn't up and leave her
You befriended the harsh way it ended
Now sleep tight

Hallucinating, chasing, changing, pacing
Bracing, breaking, if you lost it all
Was it all your good
Reachin into it
That lead you to me
I would have craved the love

I wanna be the one that should've said "Truth and not dare"
I'm running so far out of my head
This rain of heart that ripples my day
Can never said what was thinking, wait
Mmm...

So this was the starting point. Here are some other elements I wanted to bring in:

Semiotics/ Saussure/ Lacan

Misunderstandings/ Miscommunication

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Plus some other stuff. Despite all of these influences, it’s really a simple YA story that reflects the narrative that I interpreted from the lyrics. I'll post it up in a few months when it's sharper.

Now Babel is drafted, I’m starting research work on the next short; either Atlas Air or Splitting The Atom.

Cooking in the Woods

Myself and Mr Kite went to the woods over the weekend to cook for a bunch of hungry woodworkers who were learning how to make stools using green wood, shave horses and pole lathes.

The kitchen.

the workshops

log cabins/ campsite

we slept in this one.

The bath area (in progress). The bath is heated by a fire underneath.

Kukaw!

A story of mine titled Kukaw! has been featured on the excellent lit blog Cherrypicked Hands. Read it by clicking here. There are lots of other amazing literary things over there, mostly poems, and also an amusing email exchange.

It's the first Shaftesbury Arts Centre Creative Writing Group* meeting today. I am a co-organiser of the group along with awesome fantasy/ sci fi writer Jennifer K Oliver who initiated everything. We've got an amazing programme lined up for the group, there will be biscuits, and we will learn things. I'll link you to our website when it's in operation.

*working name. It'll be shorter and punchier when we think of a shorter and punchier name.