“The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms.” – Muriel Rukeyser
Stories. The words that make up our past, the words we tell those strangers we’d like to become more to us. Stories. The words we tell those strangers we’ll never get to meet.
Stories. The plane on which reality and imagination collide, a place of endless possibilities. Continue reading
You’ve got to hand it to Hirst. He does come up with some really catchy titles for his… thingies. Britain’s richest living artist…
Whether we like it or not, we live in a post-modern world. But the question is, “What’s art?”
What is the definition of art? And who can define it? Does art have something to do with the means we use to express our beliefs? Is art about how or why? Or what?
Is it enough for the artist to call a dead shark “art” for it to be art?
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Thunder claps roar and Odin’s ravens fly. Dragonships set sail – and the kingdoms of Western Europe hold their breath. Warriors of Thor are on the move.
By the mid ninth century, Danish raids on Anglo-Saxon kingdoms have escalated. Several bands even dare to overwinter on the coastal islands, particularly those at the mouth of the Thames, where the kingdoms of Wessex and Mercia border each other.
The kings of these lands must put past enmity aside and take the first steps towards unity; steps they see as vital in the face of this newfound threat to their lands . . . Continue reading
Either makes you stronger or makes you wish it did.
Letting go or holding on. Two of our most defining reactions. And they couldn’t be more different.
Holding on to pain(or the memory of it), holding on to regret, to bitterness… Continue reading
Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt. – Kurt Vonnegut
There are certain memories that stick with us for no apparent reason, whose influence we never understand.
For instance, one of my most persistent memories from childhood consists of me sitting in my father’s car, waiting for him and my mother to come back from a shop. It was raining, and all I did was watch this beautiful anomaly of nature; raindrops trickling down the windshield, layers upon layers, drops blending together to form rivulets, like tears running down cheeks. And I thought God wanted to drown the entire world, to cover everything in a deep sea of rain. For a few minutes my life was empty and pointless, and yet time didn’t stop. People were running down sidewalks, struggling to hold onto their umbrellas in the blistering wind, cars were passing by, and the rain kept falling, oblivious and impervious to everything and everyone. Continue reading