I just posted a poem about ‘home’; I thought I’d write something about it. Where I got the inspiration from; why I feel so trapped here.
Author Archives: R Cawkwell
NaPoWriMo Day 6
Today’s poem is inspired by home, the concept of home.
NaPoWriMo Day 5
Very little in the way of inspiration today; I’m going to have to post an old poem, one that I don’t think I’ve published before. I don’t think it’s strictly within the rules but I feel like hell.
NaPiWriMo day 4
Today’s prompt from http://www.napiwrimo.net is to write a lune.Continue reading “NaPiWriMo day 4”
ARC review: ‘I Freed Myself’ by David Williams
8th April 2014
Cambridge University Press
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Review: ‘Sex, love and understanding the Universe’ by Harrie Farrow
A while back I was looking for some information Continue reading “Review: ‘Sex, love and understanding the Universe’ by Harrie Farrow”
Facebook cramps my madness part the second
Last month I wrote about my mixed feelingsContinue reading “Facebook cramps my madness part the second”
NaPoWriMo day 3: A charm
Day three of NaPoWriMo has an interesting prompt. It is to write a charm of some kind. I shall give it a go.
Fear and loathing in Lincolnshire
Today started out well; I received a letter in the post from my friend SH in Finland. I live getting and sending letters. Then I spent several hours reading before getting ready to visit another friend, E. Continue reading “Fear and loathing in Lincolnshire”
Popular Culture As Religion: Please Kill Your God
A few years after the twentieth century ended the world became terrible. The economy shit the bed, everyone lost their jobs, the government started to become evil, and all educational programing was systematically replaced by “reality” television. It was as if Orwell made a half-assed attempt to write a comedy but it ended up being our actual lives instead of a single work that permanently defamed him. This new world worked out great if you wanted to live in perpetual poverty watching idiots argue wide-eyed about nothing in particular over a staccato soundtrack between fifteen minutes of advertising. But, if you were interested in being more than a culture zombie, things were going to get rough the second you left college and entered the intellectual desert of everyday life.
The internet had become our last bastion of cultural hope but that too had begun the slow decent into repugnancy. Advertising…
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