This is a piece written for http://www.foreveryyear.eu/ 1608 and John Milton. It starts from the infamous bit of Milton which I, along with Gilbert and Gubar, think is troublingly resonant in our culture: "Both not equal as their sex not equal seemed. For contemplation he and valour formed. For softness she and sweet attractive grace. He for … Continue reading Mist Apples – a palimpsest
There once was a woman who was not happy with her word babies. The woman lived in a small roofed stone cottage on the edge of a cliff. Not a cliff by the sea where the air is filled with salt spray and the smell of dead fish and bird shit but a sheer jutting … Continue reading There once was a woman who was not happy with her word babies.
I have been prompted to get blogging from two sources this week. One an inspiring blogger and new friend http://lunarhine.blogspot.co.uk/ and the other a direct request for me to get writing online so we can get a writing collective organised (from http://dirtygreyslate.blogspot.co.uk/). I think this second use of online writing appeals to me because it … Continue reading To blog or not to blog?