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This Awful Silence
O Alibi of Chronology, in what script/ in your ledger will this narrative be lost?
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Return to Hebdomad.
In the fall, as you know, I stalked several bands as part of my folk beat. PigPen, described below, was the one I chose for my finals essay. It was the night Bette Midler came to see The Old Man and the Old Moon. An hour before the house opened, the only visibly excited people […]
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The Dying of a Light.
On 27th January 2010 I had just finished setting up my first apartment. I was 23, I was in love, the world awaited my storm. I had an independent study in which to be an Intellectual. I had a boyfriend who did the dishes. Nothing could stop me now, this was It. It was perhaps […]
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Tabernacle or Tomb?
One of the dilemmas I’m grappling with is that of an audience. Who am I writing for? It’s not that I write to be read – this would be foolhardy- but that the proposed reader influences how any text is constructed. It’s a question answered instinctively when you write for publication, even when that publication […]