Back to Black: revisiting dark matter and poetry.

Last year, in the early summer after I had completed my dissertation for Uni, I had one last creative writing portfolio to complete. This portfolio ended up taking the form of a collection called 'Documents on The Mysteries of Dark Matter', comprising of experimental poetry that focused on the idea of dark matter, dark energy… Continue reading Back to Black: revisiting dark matter and poetry.


‘Look at this tangle of thorns’: Narrative Voice and Deception.

The voice of a story be it first person, an omniscient third person narrator, a third person focalised narrator (where the narrator is separate but not necessarily as distant as your standard omniscient voice) is often overlooked, going unnoticed; like a transparent filter we read through but are unaware of. I remember the first time… Continue reading ‘Look at this tangle of thorns’: Narrative Voice and Deception.

The love story between films and writing.

I can very often tell if a film has really impressed me or had an effect on me if I have the urge to write afterwards. It doesn't have to be directly related to the content of the film, and the film certainly doesn't have to be about writers or writing; however, every so often,… Continue reading The love story between films and writing.

Science as inspiration.

A few words about what inspired me to write the poem about dark matter, and why I am so interested in it. ‘The Dark’ is about the scientific enigma, dark matter. Phillip Pullmans trilogy His Dark Materials are a brilliant example of how creativity and science can go hand in hand. Holding the image of… Continue reading Science as inspiration.

Favourite Poems, No.2 – John Keats’ ‘Ode to a Nightingale’

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains          My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains          One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,          But being too happy in thine happiness,—                 That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees… Continue reading Favourite Poems, No.2 – John Keats’ ‘Ode to a Nightingale’

Favourite Poems, No.1 – William Blake ‘A Poison Tree’.

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both… Continue reading Favourite Poems, No.1 – William Blake ‘A Poison Tree’.

Inspiration Challenge: Light.

Light, the absence of it and representations of it feature heavily in a lot of my writing. It's quite an abstract topic really, the idea of light and dark, and the way in which it 'inspires' me is most definitely quite abstract and a little strange, but I will try and put it into a… Continue reading Inspiration Challenge: Light.

Inspiration Challenge: Rap Music.

This may seem a little odd but, really good rap lyrics are so poetic, to me they're just like poetic social commentaries and really good rap lyricists should, in my opinion be more recognized by literature, poetry loving peoples. One of my favourite's from more recent times is Plan B aka Ben Drew, this man… Continue reading Inspiration Challenge: Rap Music.

Inspiration Challenge: Phillip Pullman and ‘His Dark Materials’

(a box of things I took with me to uni including 'His Dark Materials' and the very close runner up in my favourite books list, The Book Thief) I don't really know where to start with these books. So why not start, at the beginning. Over a period of around 2 years from towards the… Continue reading Inspiration Challenge: Phillip Pullman and ‘His Dark Materials’

Inspiration Challenge: Poetry

When it comes to what inspires me to write, weirdly enough, it didn't start with books. I was never much of a book reader, not until 2 years ago when, during a bit of shit time in my life, my mum convinced me to pick up Phillip Pullmans 'His Dark Materials' (which incidentally, will come… Continue reading Inspiration Challenge: Poetry